Moonspear You can't be too careful anymore

Alya recognized the look on Dirge's face; she'd spent her whole life seeing it everywhere she went. "Alya," she supplied, not wanting to be mistaking for one of her counterparts, in this case. It would be embarrassing for Dirge if he happened to think she was Hydra, and she didn't feel like affecting Lyra today. "The herds stay closer to the valley floor - usually away from the border," she explained, lips quirking up in a smile. "The rams, on the other hand, can be found on the higher slopes. The only thing you'll find on the middling parts of the mountain are small game and the occassional hog or misplaced deer." There were also wild cats, of course, and sometimes wolverines. But those weren't prey animals, and considering the recent hubbub, Alya didn't think she needed to tell Dirge about those.

"I'm just checking up on my sisters," the girl went on, answering Dirge's question. "The white ones." The dark ones could take care of themselves.