Moonspear fresh static snow

Upon reaching her cache, Lyra placed the alder bark at her paws and stared with discontent at the little hollow in the tree. It had rotted slightly near the bottom edge, while frost had killed the surrounding greenery and turned everything a dull shade of grey-brown. Even the herbs she had gathered and placed inside were beginning to shrivel and curl. It wouldn't do. She would need to find a place more suitable to store her wares for the winter.

Nosing the bark into the hollow, Lyra then made to disappear into the woods, only to pause as she spotted Hydra making her way up the trail. Ever in tune with her mirror images, the triplet could instantly tell something bothered her, and so quickly loped towards her Queen to close the distance between them. Once near enough, she gave a wordless but questioning whine as she pressed her nose into her sister's cheek, eagerly checking for any signs of illness or injury upon her face.