Heavy steps were made by large paws as Noreen moved through the land by her lonesome. She was a large feline, a predator, a carnivore, and a tigress of Irish roots. Noreen was walking down the familiar path she usually did, when suddenly, she walked into a new land completely foreign than the one she was just in. Her ears perked up and she looked around quickly, completely aware of her surroundings. Noreen decided to keep moving. She walked for a very long while until a strong scent hit her nose. It was clear she had stumbled on the borders of a group, specifically a pack of canines. During her walk she heard whispers of a group called Highwayman Howff. Apparently they say they have an inn, and they welcome travelers and newcomers. Could this be the place? Before, she arrived in this new place, life in her birth home ended in tragedy. So the tigress decided in that moment to move on and make a new start. She wanted to join the Highwayman Howff and make it her home. She assumed that the leader was a canine due to the smell. With her mind made up, Noreen let out a loud roar that traveled near and far. She stood where she was not wanting to trespass on the territory. That, would make a bad first impression. Noreen found out something else from strangers during her long walk, prior to arriving at these borders. This new place, was called Mythris.

The roar of a tiger wasn't entirely foreign to Lyra. She'd just never been in a position to be hunted by one, so of course the bellow coming so close to home was a little intimidating! You just never knew with cats.

Cautiously, she snuck toward the sound. Calling at the border seemed polite, though. So when she spied the tiger waiting patiently at the edge of her claim, Lyra stepped out into the open. Greetin's She said.

Just as she expected, a wolf appeared into the open. As soon as she spoke Noreen's ears perked up in great interest. She sounded exactly like... Irish, exactly like Noreen was. The tigress was certain that this wolf was Irish. But first, she needed to explain why she was here. So the feline cut right to the chase. She spoke, her own Irish accent clear as day. "Hiya. I'm Noreen Angus, a proud tiger. I'm here because I've heard rumors of a group called Highwayman Howff who owned a inn. Is this the place? If it is, I was hoping in exchange for joining the group and living in the inn, I could offer my services as a hunter and provide food here." She held her head proudly, she was a tiger and tigers were excellent solo hunters. Wolves usually hunted in packs to bring large prey down, but as for Noreen, that wasn't the case. Her size made it so that she could bring more food in than wolves at a single time. Noreen cocked her head to the side curiously for a moment. Was this female wolf Irish? She had to know. "Would you happen to be Irish?" To be sure, Noreen decided to speak Irish to her. "An dtuigeann tú mé?" (Can you understand me?)

Well now, this was a pretty bit of news! Lyra tilted her head, smile broadening over her lips, Labhraím Gaeilge, sea. (I speak Irish, yes.) Her tail lifted, giving a faint wag.

Tigers were fearsome beasts, good at hunting, and good at deterring invasion or misbehavior. Having one at the inn, loyal to the Howff, wasn't the sort of deal one liked to pass up. She wouldn't be greedy. And if it was an invader in disguise, only pretending to be friendly, well, she couldn't rightly fight off a tiger on her own! So being nice was the only option.

We'd be glad t'ave ye stayin' wit' us in return fer vittles, aye. A nod, Why, wit' words like tat, we oughta stick t'gether, eh? Good t'be in familiar company.