Moonspear And I water'd it in fears

It was early in the day, bright and clear, and while hunting around for a den to hole himself up in for the high-sun afternoon, Kavos ran into a badger's set. Forgetting his task, he followed the foreign scent until he came across the stout, monochromatic mini-bear, and wound up fighting a fight that might've gone worse if he'd had less experience hunting beasts that outclassed him. Instinct kept him away from predators not his own kind— like bobcats, pumas, and bears— but his prey drive typically bound him to go after everything else. Mostly things that were smaller than him, but sometimes the preyscent was too strong to ignore, and he'd wind up fruitlessly charging after deer or moose— neither of which he had enough skill to take down on his own.

His interest in the badger had originally been in being unable to ascertain what the omnivore was. It smelled like both predator and prey, and when he got too near it, the mustelidae attacked Kavos without further provocation. But when the fight was over— and he was panting, bleeding steadily at the base of his left shoulder— having tasted the creature, he knew times would need to be quite desperate before he hunted one of these again.

Hope you don't mind if I use this for the healer trade? :D

The sounds of a distant scuffle caused Lyra to stop in her digging, looking up from the mess of roots and flowers at her feet. She had been searching for nothing in particular, only trying to figure out how the plants grew by uprooting them and studying their underside. However, the faint snarling that came from within their home was a major cause for concern. Her first thought was either her father or Hydra had intercepted a trespasser, but surely they would have howled for the rest of the pack?

Picking up a quick pace, the girl took off in the direction of the noises, coming upon the scene in minutes. She then followed the scent of blood that led away from a badger's den — realising with worry that the scent was not badger blood — before she spotted the source.

He was a youth like herself, with all the lanky awkwardness that came with it, as well as a pale coat that was not quite as stark as Charon's. She knew the boy from description only — Hydra and Alya shared all sorts of news with each other — but was aware he was a newcomer to their pack. The metallic scent radiated from him and Lyra immediately began to wonder why he had decided to fight a badger. Or had it attacked him first? She approached meekly, quietly letting out a soft, "uh, hello," to get his attention.

Sorry for the wait, but thanks for joining <3 And of course, my love, be my guest!

Kavos looked up at the sound, and on impulse he thought it was Hydra. His ears fell back and he reclined on his haunches in silent deference to who he thought it was, but after staring at her a moment too long, he realized something was different about her. He saw in her none of the typical confidence he had come to know of the Ostregas (namely just Hydra and Charon), and in recalling what she had said, he thought the greeting too had been odd. The fact that she held back was even more telling, as this was not an action Hydra had ever taken with him herself. It wasn't an action he could imagine her taking with anyone.

The boy was effectively confused, seeing as she looked exactly like her sister in every way. He blinked and lifted his nose uncertainly, finding a variation in this one's scent that confirmed that this wasn't exactly Hydra... unless she had fallen ill since the last time he had seen her, and a skewered scent and demeanor were the sickness' symptoms. His ears rose and he cocked his head to the side, but he didn't otherwise respond or get up from his sit to move towards her. His shoulder itched or something anyway, so he didn't much feel like moving at any rate.