Moonspear confident

Ever the shadows to their sister, Lyra and @Alya followed the lead head of the Cerberus' every step, both knowing that she knew perfectly well she was being trailed. Yet that didn't dissuade them from stalking her still, keeping to the underbrush and silently slinking along as Hydra made for her usual haunt — the borders. It was here the two split, Lyra giving a nod as Alya veered off, called away by some unknown force.

The girl continued on her own, following her sister's scent in tandem with the invisible thread that intrinsically tied the three together. She slowed upon discovering a second, foreign scent, soon after hearing voices coming from below. She had been treading along a shelf that rounded their mountain, giving a full view of the borderlands below. Here is where she perched as she spotted, a short distance away, her sister speaking to a man with a brilliant coat of burning gold.

His deep, accented voice drifted upwards, and Lyra's ears pricked forward with interest, settling down to let her forepaws hang delicately over the ledge as she tilted her head curiously at the two, happy to remain a silent third party.