Bramblepoint my seat is leather,

At Hydra's words, Lyra began to wonder if the doomed boy could be killed. He had survived where others would have surely perished...save for divine intervention. She wasn't a religious wolf, but one had to wonder if other forces were at work here.

Or perhaps, the universe was simply waiting for the right time. Waiting for them to finish a job started a long time ago.

Lyra turned to Hydra with a flick of an ear as she debated, but ultimately deciding taking him back to Moonspear would be for the best. Tegan didn't seem to agree, however. She gave an indignant snort at his rambling. "Then by all means, head home," she shrugged in an off-handed way. If the news was oh so urgent and important that it just had to be he who delivered it, then she couldn't be held accountable when he inevitably perished out there. Stupid boy. "I'm sure Towhee and the rest will find your dead body eventually."