Moonspear fight until i'm gone

Alya was "patrolling" - in quotations because the listless way in which she wandered and the depth of her introspection did not really fit the definition of that word. Meandering was a better word. Wandering. Thinking. So much seemed to be happening lately, and yet, nothing at all. The pack - her life - was at a standstill, and it was causing the free-spirited girl to lose her fire.

Her eyes lifted briefly at the sound of another's approach, but she did not acknowledge the other until they'd neared each other enough that she would not have to raise her voice to say, "Hey, Terance." Her eyes swept over him admiringly, but she had no energy to flirt today - especially not with something Lyra had claimed as her own. "What are you up to?"