Moonspear small pack of wolves

It had been a rare moment where the Cerberus' third head was quite a distance away from the mountain (and, by extension, the whelping den) when Hydra's summons went up. She had been out foraging for herbs to replenish her stock, but immediately abandoned the task as she heard her sister's call. The tone was almost joyous in a way — at least as much as the stoic Hydra was able to express that particular emotion — and had been joined in by the high-pitched, half-howls of the pups indicating that this was no dire emergency. Instead, it was a celebration!

Lyra arrived to find a crowd already at the rendezvous den, but she did not show her chagrin at being late to this important event. Instead, she strode self-righteously into the clearing, casting a wary gaze at first to Moriko who was greeting the energetic Osiris in a shamefully childish manner, then to Nikai who was doing the same to a shy Atlas. She fought a sneer as she turned to see what Hydra and Dirge made of the displays. Of course, Lyra was being a complete hypocrite, and had reacted in the same excited, silly way to the pups when they were younger, but she would never let the others know that. No, they would need to be reminded that the pups would be raised properly, with both respect and dignity. The litter were almost juveniles now and soon, they would be fully-fledged adults.

The Ostrega began to make her way to Alya's side before she spotted Antares and Vega who were on the outskirts of the group, no doubt checking out their new surroundings. She veered her course before silently beginning to circle the area, keeping a close eye on the wandering puppies as they grew used to the new faces and places.