Moonspear gorgeous beasts

Hydra wisely cautioned against going any closer to the collapsed mountainside for fear of still falling rocks. Lyra nodded, agreeing with her sister's sage advice, yet she still kept her gaze locked on the billowing plume of dust. Worry and curiosity both had her fighting the urge to hurry down to examine the damage. Of course, she was concerned for any possible family members who could have been caught up in the rockslide, but she also wondered what else could be trapped under there. She had never seen a completely flattened wolf, deer or bear before.

Her focus on the terrace finally broke when Hydra suddenly moved into her line of sight with an affectionate bump of her muzzle to her cheek. The Ostrega responded with a start before uttering a soft, warm growl in response, moving to turn with her sister as she nipped at her shoulder, tail waving in kind. An amused smile spread across her features; the tactical Hydra was always first and foremost thinking of the pack and how to make the best out of a situation. With one last glance at the now ruined territory, she set off at a lope after her mirror image.

No doubt the upheaval of an entire cliff face had sent many a prey running for shelter, and conveniently the nearest quiet forest also made up their mountain's base. "Let's," Lyra replied simply with a knowing smile. Perhaps this would be a boon for the wolves of Moonspear.