Moonspear from a black widow's reckoning, your fortuitous spine

As they walked, Osiris questioned Lyra, though before she could reply he came to the answer himself. She approved of his expression of disgust with an amused smile, before nodding. "Some do," she said, features hardening once more as she looked up the path they were headed. They were close to the den now. "Or they simply kill the pups while they are vulnerable. Less competition for their own young," Lyra explained, perhaps not entirely correct; she had never really bothered to question a fox, nor did she think she would ever have the desire to.

"That is why we must get rid of them," she said with a tone of finality, coming to a halt as she looked to her nephew with an expectant gaze, wondering if he had any other questions before they started their hunt.