Big Salmon Lake gwaed

A burning fire had been set alight in her chest, and only blood would extinguish it. Loathe as she was to leave her wounded father so soon, she couldn't deny the ache in her bones that demanded her to exact revenge. To finally snuff the life out of that sorry excuse of a wolf named Screech. Titmouse. Whatever. He had caused so much suffering and chaos. The rat had to die.

The warpath the triplets and their two brothers were on ground to a sudden halt, however, as they spotted a familiar, golden figure on the edge of the lake. Blood marred his sovereign image, while the weight of the world seemed to be pressing down upon his usual proud demeanour. Lyra rushed to close the distance between herself and her packmate as Hydra slowed, giving instructions to the boys and Alya.

She inspects Llewellyn's wounds as she draws closer, eyes scanning his figure. "Those will need to be reopened," she said, noting the dried blood and crusted scabs. The distinct scent of an infection permeated the air. "And cleaned in the water." A black figure materialises beside her to take in the man's scent, and Lyra glances down at Arcturus before moving slightly to allow his brother to follow.