Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

She stared down at the boys, her eyes ever hardening as the so-called protector of the trespasser refused to budge, did not let even a sigh escape as the dishevelled mess beneath him continued to sob. She almost moved forward a step in hopes this would incite some sort of action from Merrit, but before she could move a muscle, a deep voice made itself known. Dirge's blithe statement was received with a spiteful look as Lyra shot a glare in his direction. His cheery attitude would have been a breath of fresh air on any other day, but right now, it did nothing but grate upon the Ostrega woman's nerves.

She turned back to Merrit as he finally spoke, his imploring hazel gaze focused on Moonspear's Patriarch. Lyra gave an indignant huff. Injured brother or not, the young boy had committed an act she would not forgive so easily; her patience for intruders had worn thin and the unfortunate Clay was the one who just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. An ear turned as the sound of footfalls announced the arrival of another. She did not break her gaze from the two on the ground but she did regard her sister with a wave of her tail, rooted to the spot in front of the boys. She remained silent and motionless as Hydra spoke, right up until she suggested he stay and learn upon the mountain while he heals. A rumble sounded from Lyra's throat as she protested the offer, glancing in her sister's direction with a sharp look that said: he will receive no such healing from me.

The Queen then questioned the injured boy, who hadn't said a word since her and Dirge's arrival. Lyra looked back to him just in time to see his lip curl, and her hackles pricked as a muffled snarl emerged from where his muzzle was buried into Merrit's chest. In an instant, he suddenly broke free from his brother's embrace, mumbling something she didn't quite catch before he spun and began sprinting towards Dirge. Instantly Lyra was spurred into action, a deeper instinct willing her to give chase. To catch and to kill. From her position in front of Merrit, she twisted and followed after the fleeing boy with a savage snarl, jaws parted while she dove for his hind leg, aiming to dig her teeth into anywhere she could.

His intentions didn't matter; he needed to be rid from their home.