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After a few moments, the thing was pulled free from Hydra's leg whole with a satisfying popping sensation. Lyra pulled back with it still pinched between her teeth, and she resisted the urge to bite down as hard as she could upon it, for it to feel her wrath for daring to harm her sister. However, it's punishment was still death, by decree of the Queen. Death via drowning.

With a silent nod of her head, teeth still bared in a strange smile as she held the bug, Lyra followed after Hydra to a nearby stream. It was shallow but fast flowing, leading down the mountain and out of their territory. Good. It would have no gravesite upon their home. She stood by the bank, the executioner side by side with the judge, before with a low growl she lowered her muzzle into the waters, holding it there until Hydra gave the command.

She would have rather tossed it unceremoniously into the stream, but the medic needed its body if she wanted to perform a proper autopsy to figure out just what the thing was.