Noctisardor Bypass nähren

praimfaya was still attempting to get the lay of the land, able to dedicate herself to it a bit more fully in the wake of her return from the trip that had not taken her quite the whole way to moonspear. the bypass held secrets she had yet to discover and was a bit of a wildcard to her as what to expect by unraveling them. she has to admit, though, that it was worth the fight. worth the risk. it is a fortress against outsiders, which makes protecting the borders easy — and thus the absolute failure of the legion wolves that had strove forth to ‘protect’ it all that more pathetic in her mind. the bypass is a paradise in and of itself.

to the victor(s) goes the spoils.

and while praimfaya had never been one to care much about the land she lived upon further than: how defensible was it, were the resources plentiful or poor …and other strategic thoughts there was something about the bypass, now that she calls it ‘home’ that is appealing; that soothes her.

she realizes with a small start that she approves of it as a good place to raise cubs; though it does not entirely surprise her. she can feel the subtle changes and knows that her body is a ticking time bomb ready to shift within the coming months. her season would be upon her very soon and it is stability that the commander craves now, more than ever.

mahler’s call for her ( and sequoia ) lulls praimfaya out of her thoughts as she walks the perimeter and without ado she changes course and makes her way to where the graf awaits; offering mahler. in greeting with a dip of deference her head to him.