Moonspear they want the old kanye

She looked up as Hydra emerged from the waters, the mood easing a little as her sister pondered on the traitorous pack's downfall with a laugh. Lyra's own scowl lightened, and she let out a huff of a giggle, feeling better with the fact that they could just simply stand idly by and watch. Let the pack crumble at the slightest hint of conflict; its leadership had proven themselves weak anyway. She did not doubt their followers would flee, just as they always did. Perhaps they could speed up the process with some help from Blackfeather...

Alya spoke then, her words striking a chord. Her sadness affected her siblings just as much as it did herself, and Lyra let out a soft whine at an attempt to comfort her, wincing at the thought of Galaxy. Their poor, sweet sister. They had gotten their revenge, made even, but it didn't feel enough for Lyra. And now it was all too possible that they had taken Vaati from them too? They should have killed that screeching boy. She respected Hydra's decision, however, and so reeled in the seething fury she had towards the Redhawk child and his pack.

She gave Alya her full attention as she let out her distress, staring at her sister with a profound love but confliction written clearly on her features. She only wanted what was best for them, for them to do what they decided, but she secretly never wanted her sister to leave. They were a trio. Screw the rest. "Not at all," Lyra hummed, moving to touch her nose to Alya's shoulder once more. It was understandable, that she wished she could have just bypassed all this tragedy; Lyra wished she could have to. However, she believed they were all the more stronger for having been through it.

They were Ostregas, and they were resilient.