Moonspear surging unto skies of fire

An ear flicked as she heard the voice of Alya. Without question she knew that her sister would come; she wondered if Lyra would, too. In the space between then and the present, Hydra, once prompted, told their story. Yeah, there was a bear that got between one of my younger sisters and the pack. It caused a bit of trouble, but we were all able to bring it down. Her triumphant end-note was complemented by the proud flick of her plume as she looked at her father. Hydra had killed it, alongside her family. They had even been able to eat some of it. Though it hadn't been her favorite of meals, vengeance had been sweet in more way than one. Galaxy was returned and recovering, and the bear was not something they needed to worry about any longer. 

It was then Alya dove into the scene. If the girl wanted to make things harder for Cypress, she had succeeded in one literal fell swoop. Hydra and Lyra knew of Alya's feelings for Cypress, and now their father surely would, too. Lyra did, too, she informed. Perhaps by making it look as though all three of them were fond of Cypress, her father might think Alya was just being her overly-friendly, exuberant self to Cypress. Alya gave her very little to work with on that front, but she had done what she could.