Sawtooth Spire cold, cold man.

Gonna keep this moving! Feel free to drop @Conquest in here whenever you want / if you have the time. I'll try not to PP.

The stomping of feet alerts Stryx to possible danger, and even if Connie had begun to move again, the physician did what came naturally and lunged over her as a shield in the moment. The nape of her neck bristled while her tail raised in the manner of an angry cat's, spiking and writhing at her hips. There had been a warning on the air but it seemed to evaporate as the stranger's body blocked off the path and Stryx could finally take a look at them.

Praimfaya. Her face was deeply scarred but the rest of her looked healthy enough. She had managed to get this far after their last encounter some weeks ago — impressive. Stryx became aware of Connie wriggling out from under her and did not try to herd the girl back; they were safe here for the time being.

You look well. Stryx judged with a small tip of her chin, a friendly nod. I am travelling, as always. As for the child... I have no idea. They were alone when I found them. The woman glanced to the cub briefly as she explained the situation in case they had any contributions to the conversation, and sighed. It is clear by the harrowed look upon Stryx's face that she is at her wits end.