Moonspear tooth-hurty

His footfalls slowed and became trepidatious as the young boy called out her name, and Lyra lowered herself further into the brush, completely stilling. He came into view moments later, ears pressed forward eagerly as he searched. Hydra and Dirge had been training their children well, but they still had a lot to learn.

Quietly, Lyra slunk by Osiris' position, weaving her way through the undergrowth so as not to let him be able to pinpoint exactly where she was, before she made her way around a nearby tree. Moving past it and onto the trail once more, she finally came out into the open, only this time she was coming up behind her young nephew.

Her sly steps quickly turned into ground-eating strides as she suddenly charged at him, fully intending to tackle the juvenile to the ground provided he didn't brace for her attack.