Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

Ah, so it was another one of these events. Wayward siblings turning up injured at their borders, almost as though they had a homing beacon attached. Which on that note, that may have been true—he had always found Nyx and vice versa, hadn't he? And the fact that she plagued his thoughts for a brief snippet here softened his features ever so slightly, though he wasn't afforded the opportunity to air his thoughts.

Between the spiteful glare of Lyra and the emergence of Hydra from behind him, his lips were sealed. He had half-expected this to go the way that it always did, including the parts where the unfortunate lad would be sent packing... and then Hydra surprised him in a very minute way. And surprising himself, he did not entirely agree. Had it been any other time than the harshness of a winter such as the one they currently were in, he may have agreed. But they had far too many mouths to feed, far too many concerns that loomed on the horizon to continue.

Not that he got the opportunity to express that either, at least not with words.

The boy had squirmed his way free, mewling, and bolted towards him. Though there was little time for a collision to be avoided, Dirge was more than sturdy enough to handle it. Had it been anything than a reckless attempt to flee it would have been met with far worse, though Lyra's pursuit was more than enough to light a fire beneath the boy and Dirge, who chose to scruff the boy and continue sending him on his way in fluid motion to skitter out of the way. If he wanted to go, then he would send him off, fear-driven and breathless or not.

i think it was my turn idk