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Thankfully, she could scent no blood and there were no signs of Hydra having been in a recent scuffle, yet something was still amiss. With concern in her eyes, Lyra pulled back in tandem as her sister did so, and followed her gaze down to where she gestured to her leg. There, nestled in amongst the darkness of her fur was a tiny, round object of sorts, its smooth surface catching the light and betraying its position. Where it not for that - and for Hydra pointing it out - it would have easily been missed.

Ears pricked forward with interest, Lyra leaned in as her sister asked what it was in earnest. The uncharacteristic worry in Hydra's voice sent her own heart racing, but the medic tried to remain stoic as she studied the thing embedded in her foreleg. Gently, she prodded it with her nose, only then breathing in the faint smell of blood. "Some sort of bug..." she said softly, as if to herself, before she looked up to her twin with a quirk of her head. "Does it hurt?"