Moonspear exchange my cross for a crown

She felt the shuffle of a warm body next to her, the gentle movements rousing her from sleep but not enough to wake her fully. She nuzzled the dark fur of Hydra's shoulder, unwilling to leave the warmth of the cocoon until a light nip forced her awake. They were on the move. She looked first to her sister then to Alya curiously before the foreign scent hit her.

Lyra was quick to join Hydra's left side, shaking off the grogginess of sleep. The smell they headed towards was strong; stronger than it would've been if the stranger lingered at the borders. Tresspasser. While she might've been an empathetic wolf, Lyra didn't take well to those who dared enter their home, especially in the dead of night.