Moonspear bear necessities

The last of the relief she needed came and with a deep nod, she exhaled a great weight. It was an odious one, one that with the bear immobilized like this, had been the heaviest on her heart. Now it freed her for other purposes, though she chuffed far more gently than the situation seemed to the notion of their safety. "Good," she murmured, pleased with Lyra's maneuver and Galaxy's return from the dead.

Soon, she would go to her starved daughter and be with her-- where she was also needed. But for now, she nodded with her mate's word and raised her head to lock eyes with Hydra; Alya may not be far away either, but she knew which third of the cerberus would do the task best and would not leave until it was done. She rose a ridge of renewed hackles and encouraged her fiercest daughter's initiative, herself not far behind in stepping away from Charon towards the bear's final resting place.

She'd delight in its final demise, and ensure it was good and thorough. Now it was left to fatten their caches, and bones to be stripped for playthings for her pups--because she would be damned if she did not see them make the best use of this, considering the risks involved to bring it to be. And of course, her contempt for the beasts remained strong as ever.

her last here ;)