Moonspear asphyxiated

Alya's heart was still thumping unevenly, but she found some comfort in her mother's words. It would be fine. Maybe... maybe not just like before, but who could even tell? Who could even tell? The words echoed around in her mind, made her legs all wobbly and weak - but she would see Pyx and Lyra and they would fix it, and it would be as good as new.

"You should take a trophy," she said to Hydra, trying to change the subject - anything to take her mind off of this. "And we can keep this for tug-of-war." She padded over to the severed leg to sniff it over, not seeing anything wrong with her suggestions. They played with other prey animals, and she didn't see how the carcass of a wolf would be any different.