Moonspear our love belongs to the earth, our hearts to the stars

Even sans one head — though Lyra was missing her dearly — the remaining two worked together just as cohesively. They had taken down a small doe and had dragged the body closer to the borders before separating a leg for the Alpha. The eldest litter knew what their mother needed after having brought new life into the world (despite having never done so themselves) and food was at the top of that list.

As they came upon the den, Lyra accompanied Hydra's low growl with a soft but muffled chuff to her siblings and then to her father, before depositing the gift by the entrance. She withdrew, but not before trying to steal a glimpse into where the mother and her pups were. It was dark, the view obscured even further by Amekaze's sable fur. The smell of milk hung thickly in the air, however, and the atmosphere was, for the most part, relaxed. Everything seemed fine.

Lyra briefly looked over to Jarilo who had taken up guard a short distance away, then to Vela who sat proudly, looking every bit as regal as her sisters. She gave them both a pleased smile before looking to her father, licking the blood from her lips. "How many?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper so as not to disturb Moonspear's newest brood.