Moonspear from a black widow's reckoning, your fortuitous spine

Of course I am, Lyra thought smugly as Osiris admitted she was right. However, his next hesitant words were hard to hear, and she was torn between wanting to comfort him and wanting to scold him. Her patience for her cousins was longer than it was for most others, but it wasn't unending. Thankfully, he perked up at her suggestion of a hunt and eagerly accepted. She waited for him to catch up, before beginning a purposeful walk towards his old den.

"There have been some foxes lurking about the den area," she said, suddenly serious. While she hadn't seen them with her own eyes, she knew they were around; both by the horrid scents they left and by Hydra's own words. While her twin had taken care of some herself, Lyra knew the creatures were both crafty and numerous. Plus, it wouldn't hurt for her nephew to get some practice in taken down some of these pests.

"Have you ever hunted fox before?" the woman questioned, looking to Osiris expectantly.