Moonspear you are to me like a very, very wild thing

"I'm very good at it," Alya appeased, giving Hydra a comforting lick on the cheek. They sat together, and Alya began to groom her queen in hope of receiving some help getting her own coat back in order; there had been no time on the road, and she was looking a little worse for wear.

Tye. Alya's notched ear flickered in acknowledgement as she filed this name away, and made a note to go and meet him herself. If Hydra had accepted him, he must have some sort of promise, right? Although she had known her sister, at times, to be a bit sentimental and indulgent. She did not say this, however, because the most notable example was currently her sister's mate. An alpha and king, but not to Alya. No, she answered only to her sister, these days.

"Lyra has love for very few," said Alya, her voice wry with amusement. Thus far, Andraste seemed like the more contemptible figure, even if based only on the grounds of her sisters' good opinions. Lyra was a hateful creature, but Alya had never had a problem hating the thing she hated right alongside her, if only for solidarity's sake. But the abandonment of her children was the real crime. Alya felt no emotional reaction to this information, because she cared nothing at all for the woman's runts (and did not know that they were now residents of the Spear), but found it was a convenient reason to scorn the woman she'd not yet had the pleasure of meeting.

"Well, I am sorry to have missed such excitement, but at least you haven't suffered in my absence. No more than usual, anyway," she added, her words slightly teasing as she began to settle back into the companionship of her mirror image.