The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

While the boy's anguished cries filled the air, Lyra nary flinched. She felt the eyeball be pulled free from his skull — it was firmer than she thought it would be — and dropped it unceremoniously upon the ground. It rolled, bounced, and yanked on the fleshy chain that kept it attached to Titmouse's face before coming to a stop against his cheek. The girl looked up, tongue swiping at the smear of blood upon the side of her muzzle, and watched as Hydra released her grip on the younger wolf. His head fell limply to one side and, for a moment, she thought her sister had killed him. But no. The boy was still breathing. He would wake once the adrenalin ran out and pain set in.

The trio turned their attention then back to Vaati who still stood, surprisingly. How long would he last, she wondered. Out of the corner of her eye, Lyra noticed Hydra nonchalantly cast aside Titmouse's eyeball as she turned to face the Blackfeather man. Intrigued, she gently pawed at it as they spoke. The nerve was still connected and Lyra leaned down to inspect it, wondering if the boy would bleed out if she were to sever the thin cord. A small smile played on her lips as Alya jumped at the chance to escort him home and she tried to catch her flirty sibling's eye. Don't toy with him too much.