Ch.1: Setting Out
Pythor quietly slipped out of the window to Pam's room and into the garden, the moonlight giving him a silvery glow. He had just paid his chosen bride a short nightly visit only to leave her a bouquet of six irises and a love note. With that personal task taken care of, he can set out for his next mission.
The Anacondrai began to look around the garden before spotting Arctica. The little cub was swatting and jumping at some rosy maple moths fluttering above her, making her master smile with amusement. She may be a tiger, but she's still a young one, a long way from adulthood in her point of view.
"Arctica," Pythor called to her softly. "It's time to go." Arctica then padded up to him in answer. As she was, the violet Serpentine took out of his pack the map showing the locations of the tombs and closed the windows so Pam won't get cold. He's quite fortunate to have kept the map; you'd never know when he might need it again.
Looking through the parchment, Pythor decided to head for the Hypnobrai tomb in the Frozen Mountains. If he knows his second-in-command Skales, he'll be hiding there with some of his tribe and a few from each of the other three tribes. Pythor can only hope that he and the other Generals are still around during his six-month absence.
"Let's go, Arctica," he said, putting the map away. "Next stop, the Frozen Mountains." He then turned to the window to look inside at Pam sleeping in her bed.
"Sleep well, my Golden Angel." Then he slithered away to leave the dojo, Arctica walking beside him.