Moonspear Do a fake dab to smell my armpits, whiff it

Well, the stranger at least had the right idea to bow before her. Lyra's temper was appeased as the smaller female submitted in an odd way before responding with a plea and a reason for being at their borders. The almost slip of her tongue was entirely lost on the Ostrega, who simply quirked a brow as she stared down at the speckled back of the other.

She was young, that much was obvious, though still old enough to know better than to linger even on the outskirts of claimed land (though the Moonspear wolves were a territorial bunch). "Then you should do so at a distance," Lyra said tonelessly, channelling Hydra's dominance. "Some don't take kindly to strangers being so close."