Moonspear gorgeous beasts

She pined for their second head too, for just as quickly as she had returned, she had left once again. Lyra knew her sister had wandering feet, an itch to explore and travel and it was an impossible feat to reign her in. Nikai had his work cut out for him. She idly wondered if the absence of one of his hind legs would be a strain on their relationship...and quietly she hoped so. But the judgemental woman kept her dour opinions of the boy close to her chest. He best hope for his sake that he would live up to at least Hydra's expectations.

Purging thoughts of her sister's mate from her mind, Lyra focused back on following the trail of Hydra. It wound up to the highest reaches of Moonspear, and Lyra wondered what she was doing up here. Something was happening in the Wilds that was causing the very ground to tremble and churn, and while there was no doubt Hydra could take care of herself, Lyra didn't trust the earth enough for it to not try and shake the Alpha from her perch. The mountain had already claimed too many lives.

Soft wing beats drew her attention upwards, and the Ostrega watched as a fearsome-looking eagle came to settle on a perch in amongst the cliffs above her, some sort of prey hanging from between its talons. How odd, she thought, realising it was the only one of its kind here when usually there were many more. A shadow in the form of a wolf caught her eye then, and Lyra silently turned and made her way up towards her sister, releasing a soft growl of affection as she came into view.