Moonspear Road kill has its seasons

She faintly heard Korei's alarmed calls to their father, and glanced briefly to see Charon come up beside her. His rage was palpable, feeding into her own and she fell in sync with the thud of his racing paws against the earth. They made short work closing the distance between the borders and where the murderer had run to, arriving just as Alya spat profanity in the direction of another Redhawk wolf. Lyra's eyes quickly flicked to the other dark figure, committing his scent and appearance — including the conspicuous shock of orange fur at his elbows — to memory. They would find him again, that much was sure.

"Run! Run you cowardly fuck!" she shrieked at his retreating form before she focused her attention on the white-furred wolf who came at them like a heat-seeking missile. She knew him, at least by what Hydra had told her. Whatever he was to them, he was a friend no longer.

"He killed her!" she shouted to her sisters, thrusting her nose in the direction of the barely visible figure of Titmouse. "They killed her!" Gannet coming to the defence on behalf of his pack mate, not to mention his mere presence, was enough to convict him and his pack as accomplices of the crime. Lyra threw all her weight into her sprint towards Hydra and Alya, aiming to draw a curve around the male and come in from behind in her attack. He would die just as his packmate would.