Moonspear your protector

Alya paused her patrolling when she caught sight of the grey-wreathed form up ahead. His scent was strong along the borders, so she hadn't realized that he was physically present until she lifted her head and saw him there, looking for all the world like a close relative of her father, if not for the grey of his back. He was so strong and brave and perfect... except that he was not.

As ever, a terrible feeling of hurt and betrayal twisted in her stomach at the sight of him. Alya lowered her head and continued to sniff along, resigned to their inevitable crossing of paths. She couldn't avoid him forever, obviously, and as she'd reminded Lyra - he was blood.