Moonspear hidden

There had been many newcomers upon their mountain, the most interesting of which was the dark female Lyra remembered from Morningside, a place where Alya had taken residence up for a while. She had been a stern wolf, she recounted, overly formal and unrelenting in her stoic nature. To say Lyra hadn't been enthused after their first encounter would be putting it lightly, but she wondered if the woman had changed any. She had managed to at least appeal to Hydra's tastes enough to be taken in by the Queen, but the other head of the Cerberus was much more difficult to impress.

She came across her scent on her way up the mountain, and Lyra paused as she took it in before turning to follow the trail. Perhaps this would be good a chance as any to speak to the woman. She slowed as Jarilo's scent then made itself known, its strength indicating he was ahead of her by only a few paces. However, the heavy cover of night and fog both made it difficult to make out his pitch-furred form. With long, loping strides, the triplet made to catch up to her brother so they could intercept Desdemona together.