Moonspear lofticries

Her brow wrinkled in the smallest of frustrated frowns as she continued trying to rid herself of the dirt on her shoulder. She began to wonder if it was simply different coloured fur — like Korei had on her ears and paws — but her thoughts were distracted by the sudden approach of another. Her head snapped up and blue eyes locked onto the stranger cautiously. Her gaze immediately drifted to the gift the adult had brought along with her, caution quickly replaced with curiousity.

"Hello," she greeted quietly to the polite stranger. Pyx, as she had introduced herself, had a strange russet colour to her fur that Lyra hadn't seen among the wolves of Moonspear. The pack consisted greatly of black or white wolves, the most similar member she could think of to this woman was Aesop. Still, she was pretty (despite the scars that ran down her muzzle), and Lyra offered a shy smile and wave of her tail. "I'm Lyra," she paused and looked back at the antler upon the ground, tilting her head at it. "What's that?"