Firefly Glen the wolf and the dragon

She had been busying herself the past few weeks with Terance and Galaxy respectively, finding just as the former was finally feeling himself again, the latter needed attention. Her sister's affliction was a different sort compared to Terance, however. It had led to her becoming physically ill but Lyra still didn't understand the why. Hydra had explained (and assured her that she had drummed some fear into their younger sister) though she still wasn't sure what to make of it. Galaxy seemed to be coming around, though, so Lyra allowed herself to join her mirror images on an outing (though, the fact that they may meet Cypress might have had some sway in her decision).

She listened as attentively as Alya as Hydra spoke, before they all turned with eerie unison towards the unexpected sound. Immediately, Lyra's stomach lurched as the familiar smell of blood tainted the air and her sisters took off silently. She followed close behind, noting Hydra's gesture and taking up the left side of their approach. Her heart thrummed with the usual rush of adrenalin and excitement that came with an impending fight, though already she felt a sense of dread upon seeing the blood spill from the man's wound as they got closer. Had they arrived too late?

As Hydra met the pale attacker head on and Alya sought to distract, Lyra rushed forward to get as close as she could to the victim. She had a fleeting feeling as if they had intruded upon a battle between two titans; they two males were just huge! As much as her sisters had proved they were able to handle themselves, she worried for them still, especially in moments like these. The white-furred wolf still had the other man's neck in his jaws, and Lyra dashed forward with a snarl, ready to shield the dying wolf as soon as the stranger let go. If he did.