Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

Alya attacked without regard for personal safety. The Crown Princess had told her to attack, and so she attacked. Besides, his fur felt funny on her tongue and he tasted like adventures. The little pup could get used to this.

But, as was often the case, her attention was drawn to her father as soon as he entered her vicinity. Alya spat out whatever chunk of fur and flesh she'd gotten her teeth into and dashed quickly to the Great White's side, waiting for love and affection to be lavished upon her. She was distracted, however, when Charon joined Hydra's game instead. A brief flare of jealousy kindled in her heart before she remembered the fun of chewing on the intruder. It would be a million times as fun if the Great White played with them!

Alya followed after the pale wolf and copied his every move, even softening her gnawing as she noticed her father was doing.