Moonspear five-ever

Unlike Dune, Lyra knew quite a fair bit more about him than he did her. At least, as much as Hydra had told her about him. He was odd, seeming to the girl more like a useful pet more than a fellow pack member, but that was a judgement only made from description alone. Perhaps meeting the boy would give her a better, more favourable outlook. The sting of Terance and the others' abandonment of Moonspear — which is what it felt like to the triplet — was still raw, however, so she was still wary of all save those who shared the Ostrega name.

She had been inspecting some curious plants growing at a base of a tree as Dune came upon her, grabbing the Epsilon's attention with a soft woof. She looked up and over her shoulder, gaze sweeping over his pale form before falling pointedly to the collar at his throat. That strange, alien fashion piece that made the fur at her neck stand on end. "Hey, Dune," she said as politely as she could muster, the tone of her voice betraying her uncertainty about him and his...accessory.