Phoenix Maplewood Before The Light Of Day

Feel free to skip me! Lyra's just in the bg like

Lyra couldn't help but be drawn to the borders at the sound of a deep howl, most likely a summons for the presently absent leadership of Morningside. She had a hunch that the dutiful, ever patrolling Desdemona would be the one to answer, and her suspicions were confirmed when she came across her trail that made a beeline straight for the edge of the woods. Idly, the Ostrega followed at a casual pace, breaking into a quicker trot as she came upon Alya's scent.

She arrived just in time to catch the tail end of her sister's words, the word Easthollow causing her eyes to flick over to the burly man who stood before them. He dwarfed the three females in size, although despite his powerful stature, he exuded a sense of friendliness. Lyra hung in the background behind Alya, eyeing the monochrome stranger with intrigue (with a slightly more subtle hint of admiration).

She sensed the plan her triplet was beginning to conjure up and tilted her head curiously, awaiting the man's reply.