Moonspear Shine Like Never Before

Now that Hydra's heat (and subsequent hysteria moodiness) was over, Lyra once more became her sisters shadow, always watching from a distance — especially now that she was expecting young. A wave of possessiveness had taken hold of the triplet, though whether that was over Hydra herself or over her children she was not yet sure. She just wanted to be close.

So when the Beta's movements headed towards the borders, Lyra followed diligently at length. They arrived in little time to a gathering of three, one of whom Lyra's gaze locked onto with a searing quality. She took a moment to assess her, before striding forward as Hydra spoke their pale sister's name. It had been so long.

She didn't look much different to when she had left them; the same sad, sorry little girl who had no right to bear the Ostrega name. Lazily, her eyes drifted to the Easthollow woman who she supposed was her sister's charge. She was tall but not ungainly, slim but seemed capable of holding her own, and she had a shrewd look in her eyes that was in a stark contrast to Korei.

As Hydra introduced both her and herself along with Revui, Lyra simply gazed back at the darker woman with a subtle lift of her chin. For now, their sister went ignored. Why had she even come here? The other sister, her and Hydra's better third who resided in the Easthollow pack, was of more importance. Hydra provided explanation to their brother and began with pleasantries but Lyra mentally willed her to ask: what of Alya?