Moonspear for every sense, a sensation

The scents were everywhere, almost inescapably, overwhelmingly so. The sickly sweet pheromones emitted by the females of the pack didn't seem to ebb as spring entered its final month, instead only strengthening, pulling the males in whichever direction they fled to. Lyra had watched idly from a rocky perch as her sister stalked past her, clearly on the hunt after one of the other women, Speedy. She had seen the fellow healer earlier take off towards the Glen, though her interest had only been fleeting.

It was only when she heard Amekaze's exasperated (and subtly threatening) howl ricochet off the mountains that Lyra finally summoned up enough curiousity to go investigate. The call had come from just at the borders, and so with a hurried clip to her stride, the triplet headed that way.

Just like her mother, Lyra hadn't been touched by an insatiable urge to hump everything in sight, and while she still couldn't shake some of the restlessness and frustration that came with the season, she felt like there was something missing. Something more that was meant to happen. While she quietly congratulated herself, feeling superior to those who were solely dominated by their loins, she also couldn't help but wonder. Hydra seemed to be going through it...was Alya as well? Was this because they had mates? Or was she broken in some way?

The Ostrega shoved the thoughts aside as she came upon Ame, the spires upon her back sharp and telling of her current mood. She had been prickly and nigh unapproachable throughout the past few weeks, and it seemed today was no different. Still, Lyra felt she would be spared the Alpha's wrath seeing as, well, she was here and not there with the others; she had done no wrong this day. Falling into step yet still keeping at a distance, the girl followed after her mother, keeping to the shadows and playing her part of an idle, silent observer.