Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

After making sure the pups were tended to and hidden away far and deep within Moonspear's territory, Lyra took off at a determined canter behind Dirge and Arcturus. She scarcely trusted Andraste and her lilting words — this could be a trap for all they knew — and her thoughts echoed her brother's own. They should have turned the pallid away the moment she came to them for help. They had given their time and resources away once already, and now they were out here risking their necks for her peace of mind.

And yet, her description of the man which had been recounted to Lyra kept racing through the Ostrega's mind. One eye. Burnished ruff. Smells of rot. It was all too familiar. She sensed Hydra knew who Andraste had spoke of too. That boy had been nothing but trouble; they had made a mistake by taking only an eye, but they would be sure to fix that this day.

She first spotted Arcturus ranging far ahead of the group as they travelled towards the lake, and as she loped closer, the triplet moved to form a wide circle on the opposing side. Dirge's wise words carried through the unsettling silence, and her gaze swept over both him and Hydra, before narrowing as she gave Andraste a pointed glare. Her throat would be the first to be torn out if she was in on this potential ambush.

Silently, Lyra's attention then drifted over to the lake, searching the shores for a body, living or dead. A pale figure roamed there, partially obscured from the mist and at quite the distance from them still, but tensions were high and all would be regarded with suspicion, possible ally or no. Ears standing tall and eyes trained on the figure, Lyra began to move back towards the group, releasing a sound for Hydra to alert her of the stranger's presence.