Moonspear saturnz barz

The recent events had left her tired, bitter, and jaded. She had spent more than a few sunsets staring out over the horizon from the many ridges and ledges of their home. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for - or at - if anything. The Ostrega just wished the turmoil that so often plagued the Spear and their family would leave. Perhaps with the exile and seeming disappearance of their two most troublesome brothers that wish could be granted? She snorted.

Unlikely.

As if the universe were testing her, an unknown howl suddenly sounded from the borders. Lyra turned sullenly in its direction with a scowl. She wasn't too keen on greeting the stranger, but nor she did want Hydra to beat her to the punch and accept the unknown entity without her first being able to examine them. The wolves left in Moonspear were all strong, capable, loyal; she didn't want a foreigner coming in to ruin that.

So with practiced steps, the woman descended the mountain and traveled to the borders with her tail arched high over her back in a display of dominance that almost rivaled the queens'. She spotted the stranger quickly, even with her dark black-and-tan coat blending into the surrounding forestry. She was slim, though not overly so, and had a lankiness to her limbs that suggested youth. Lyra's gaze hardened as she slowed to a trot and approached the other female, a wordless question hanging in the air. Yes?