Phoenix Maplewood The Art of Self-Fashioning

She watched the brown cub sleep, the dark fur of Alya's chest enveloping him as she huddled him closer, almost protectively. Lyra still had her reservations about the pack and its members, but the pups she knew were no threat — and Alya seemed to have taken a liking to this one, which was not an easy feat. The Ostrega girl too settled into a comfortable position, resting her head on outstretched forelegs as her blue eyes curiously flicked from sister to sister (checking on the sleeping boy every so often).

As happy as she was to simply lay in silence, taking in the moment where everything was right once more, Alya's sudden announcement prompted her into a half sit. The prick of her ears exposed her surprise, though she knew her sister was a flirtatious one; it was bound to happen sooner or later. Vaati briefly flashed across her mind, but it seemed his usefulness had run its course — at least for the moment. This Bruges was her new plaything now. He may be looking for you as we speak. She turned to Hydra with barely contained smirk before glancing at Alya. But we found you first, of course.

At the lead head's prompting at Alya for her to them more, Lyra waved her tail eagerly, waiting in silent anticipation.