Moonspear return of the mack

Lyra's ears flew upwards at the first note of Hydra's call. Like Jarilo, the girl didn't even wait for the howl to finish, scrambling to her feet and becoming a blur of shadow as she rocketed in the direction of the borders. She had been reticent and withdrawn over the past few days, as she was wont to do whenever any one of the three left their mountain. Now two had gone on their respective journeys while she remained — the sole head of the Cerberus.

But they were a trio, and forever would be. However far life pulled them away from each other, they would always return to be together once more.

Heart hammering in her chest and tail waving wildly behind her, Lyra raced expertly down the mountainside. She picked up the scents of her father and little brother, just before they finally came into view. The two were bestowing the Beta with nuzzles and licks — her brothers' more frantic than Charon's own — but her eyes were solely for her sister. All sense of poise that a princess of Moonspear should possess was thrown to the wind as Lyra ran full-tilt into her sister, aiming to bowl her over to playfully and lovingly nip at every inch of her mirror image (and possibly sweeping up her other family members in the process).