Moonspear tooth-hurty

Osiris followed after Lyra with unpracticed stealth, unsuspecting to whatever schemed she had up her sleeve. Her trail directed him to a secluded trail that weaved between frosted timbers. Once in the wooded area, Osiris paused and glanced around uncertainly; her scent was strong, and he knew that she was near. 

"Aunt Lyra?" he called, pressing his ears towards the front of his skull in an attempt to notice any indication of his relative's proximity. "Are you there?"