Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

The stranger spoke, causing Lyra to duck her head down again as if she had been struck. She too recognised a few words, though couldn't yet piece them together. Blue eyes stared at the pale man, fear slowly giving away to curiousity. Perhaps he was like the other one — the one that occasionally watched them when their mother disappeared from the den. She was about to bark again at him before suddenly Hydra charged!

"NO!" she called in surprise, watching as her sister threw herself at the stranger. Quickly following her was another streak of black and, suddenly, Alya had joined the fray! She let out her own volley of demands, some of which Lyra understood but it was mostly just noise — loud noise. "No!" she tried again, pulling herself out of the den and rushing over to her sisters, though she did not engage in the attack, instead staying behind the other two and growling as fiercely as she could, stubby tail held high in the air.