Moonspear exchange my cross for a crown

Somewhere inside her, Alya felt a stab of pity for the stranger. Clearly, she'd gone mad. None of this was her fault, doubtlessly. Madness could come to any wolf, for any number of reasons. This woman's madness seemed to be a gentler sort, but that didn't make her any less dangerous; not really. All mad wolves would eventually snap - it was only a matter of when and how.

It was a mercy culling, really. Hardly any sport to it at all. Lyra pulled back the wretch's head, and Alya knocked into her side, and Hydra would most likely kill her. It was just the way things were.