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She followed along with them to their usual meeting area, silent as Alya's bubbly voice filled them in what she and Vaati had done. She wasn't about to deny that she was curious, but a part of her wanted to warn Alya to be careful. It was true, they did indeed seem to have Vaati sufficiently whipped, but still, they could never be too wary around a Blackfeather wolf. Her little rendezvous with the man would always be overseen by either Hydra or herself — even if it was at a distance — and like always, no detail would be spared when it came for her to debrief her sisters.

Lyra sat with her tail curled around her paws, watching studiously as Hydra mounted Alya. She was amused by her sister's triumphant beaming, thinking the whole thing did indeed have something to do with dominance, even if it was friendly. Why else would that particular position be so favoured by the man? As Hydra leaned forward and began to rotate her hips, Lyra frowned thoughtfully as she tilted her head to the side. "I..." she began, but trailed off, dumbfounded. She honestly had no clue what any of this was meant to achieve. Perhaps it was just some weird thing that males did? "Did you feel anything?" she asked, looking to Alya.