** ℙ𝕪𝕣𝕖

11-10-2024 D/M/Y 2:03 AM

When you approach, it would take a moment, but you’d eventually spot Pyre sitting off in the distance, gazing out contemplatively into the grassy plains. He must’ve heard your footsteps, as he’d suddenly turn his head in your direction, his ears forward and alert. Though, once he seemed to recognize you, he’d quickly relax.

_____“There you are,” Pyre mused, his brows furrowing. With each movement he made, the golden jewelry that adorned his body would quietly jingle, the sound almost pleasantly melodic. Otherwise, not many sounds filled the air, save for the occasional distant bird or a lonely bug.

_____Once you’d gotten close enough to him, Pyre would rise to all four of his paws. He’d tentatively approach, closing most of the gap between you two, his paw pads barely making a sound in the grass. His lips would curl upwards, the flesh on his muzzle contorting and twisting into a snarl before he’d utter a low growl of greeting.

_____“You seek… intel, do you not?” He’d inquire, the question rhetorical, as if he automatically knew what you were here for. “You are lucky. Not many are able to reach me.”

_____“Seek the home of the two-legs, but tread carefully; they are weak on their own, but are notorious for often carrying loud and deadly contraptions. I have heard many stories from my brothers…” He’d continue, wasting no time in getting straight to the point. “Though they harbor hearty game. Their chickens alone will keep you fed for days. It’s unnatural, almost.”

_____Pyre would say nothing else afterwards, his nub for a tail twitching warily as he observed you. With a snort, he’d nod approvingly, before turning on his paws and scampering off elsewhere. Ah, well. Maybe he had somewhere important to be.