Moonspear their family tree

She had kept herself scarce lately, seeking audience with only her sisters really and, on occasion, her parents. There was no real reason to her elusiveness, Lyra just seemed to be the sort who sometimes wanted to simply disappear. It was best at night, where her dark coat blended into the background and she could slip in and out of sight with ease. Her stalking was getting better, too. Even when sauntering along their mountain, the girl kept her footfalls light and took care not to make even the smallest sound. It was the way she liked it.

She had been weaving through the undergrowth near the river that snaked its way through their territory when she spied her mother. Charon's scent was nearby, too, but she didn't see him. A small smile played on her lips and the alpha's daughter lowered herself to the ground, playing the game Amekaze had undoubtedly come to know. With slow, steady steps, Lyra stalked towards the swarthy female, bright eyes trained unblinkingly upon her form. She was out of the brush now and in the open, but her mother seemed too distracted by her own reflection in the waters.