Moonspear Take a break from the surface

She spotted the little grey pup from a distance, thinking him to be a large rock before his scent hit her. He was resting beneath the shade of a tree, and Lyra debated whether or not she should go and introduce herself. Surely he had met one of her sisters before; did they hate him as much as they did his sister? Lyra knew her mirror images weren't fond of the newest members and, she had to admit, while she had a soft spot for them, perhaps it was only because of how young and vulnerable they were. At least one of them needed to have an attitude adjustment...maybe this little guy didn't.

Sucking in a breath (as if she were approaching a feeding bear instead of a tiny pup), Lyra slowly slipped out from the trees and stood before him with a friendly smile. "Hey there," she greeted softly, lowering her snout to his level.