Moonspear no scrubs

The seething darkness emanating from Hydra affected Lyra, too, and caused her to adopt a persona similar to her sisters' own. She glanced in the direction Hydra had come where a blood trail was visible upon the dusting of snow on the ground. Had she been just a little earlier, she could have participated in the fun. She didn't have to wonder who or what had brought on her sibling's wrath; they were close enough to the borders for that to be clear.

Alya spoke and drew Lyra's attention upwards. She looked to her sibling with a soft smile, grateful for their encouragement. Their enabling certainly didn't help her, but the girl was blind to that and so loved her fellow triplets all the same. Still, the thought of sharing anyone with them riled up her possessive streak. She bumped Alya's nose back as thanks as she gave her an affectionate lick, knowing her silence communicated all the other girl needed to know. Nikai was Alya's, and Alya's alone.

Hydra shot them a question, then, and Lyra pulled back with a thoughtful look. She wanted to more thoroughly comb through her sister's fur to make sure none of her wounds were too deep, but on the surface, they looked to be mostly superficial; and she trusted Hydra enough to clean them later so they wouldn't become infected. "Find more trespassers to kill?" she suggested quietly, only half-joking. She turned back to Alya, figuring she would have a far more sensible answer.