Moonspear aetherstream

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the rise of Amekaze's lip, the flash of pearly white teeth on a full and fearsome display that caused her daughter's ears to fall submissively without her even thinking. She shrank, feeling the air almost spark with the intensity of the rage the Alpha of Moonspear had withheld for so long. It died down as quickly as it had risen, and Lyra slowly crept towards Galaxy, nose outstretched as she took in her scent. She winced, used the smell of death but never had it come from family. Another sob escaped.

Her mother was right, she knew, and Lyra shared the distaste at the thought of a Redhawk having enough wits about them to pull off such a stunt. And yet one had. Somehow, someway. "He must have had some help," she said quietly, pondering. Whether that help came in the form of an allied pack or another Redhawk wolf, she couldn't be sure. Perhaps he had even recruited some more intelligent creature.

"Gannet..." she started but cut herself off, frowning. No, he had come later. He had only come to his packmate's rescue (though was still wholly guilty by association to the triplets). Her frown suddenly became an outright, frustrated scowl, and she found herself gazing sadly at her sister, eyes misty from tears. "Oh, Galaxy," she sighed, her voice a grief-stricken whisper.