Moonspear degrees of light

Nestled within Amekaze's forepaws, Lyra gingerly peered over her shoulder, her view partially obscured by her mother's muzzle. She happily accepted the little cocoon of warmth and safety she found herself in, giving her thanks in the form of tiny licks against her mother's fur. Still, she was curious about her sisters' antics and peered at the two darker forms at the feet of the larger one.

Faint barks and growls reached her ears but she could not tell who had made the sounds. Yet an instinctual urge to join in her sibling's rally cry rose within her chest, and Lyra wiggled around to position herself so she could face in the direction of the intruder. There was a moment of hesitation, before she let out a barely audible boof, hoping it would frighten the stranger.