Moonspear exchange my cross for a crown

I declare this a FREE FOR ALL

Alya released the woman as soon as she went slack, and stepped back at once to shake the dirt and leave from her fur. Then her eyes fell on the dead stranger - she suddenly looked very small.

"Poor thing," she said, letting out a little sigh. It was a shame things had gone badly for her; the woman's voice had reminded her of Lyra's, and if she was anything like Lyra, there were other wolves out there that loved her. That would miss her. That would wonder where she went.

But there was nothing they could've done for the mad bitch, and she was dead now, anyway. Alya's pity slipped easily away as Hydra invited her to play tug-o-war with the carcass.