Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

The cherry on top: they could possibly hear as well as wolves. Great. If not for Arcturus claiming they were easy enough to frighten, Dragomir might've insisted that with no advantage over the cat, this was a suicide mission. How could they possibly hope to fight such a horrifying creature without a weakness to exploit? Exploiting weakness was what wolves were all about!

But, thankfully, they weren't intending to fight it. He had to giggle at the thought of the matronly Lyra with her lips pressed firmly together, tutting about where his injuries had come from. He hadn't met her face-to-face and he hoped he never had to, at least not for treatment. She was more frightening than Hydra in a different sort of way.

They were close, said Arcturus, and Dragomir angled his snout into the breeze for a sniff. That was when he caught sight of it: a weird, grey-furred thing ambling along a higher ridge with its hindquarters situated higher than its shoulders. Wait, he whispered, squinting. Is that it? It looked nothing like what Arcturus described! Or, well, okay... a little bit, but not in the grotesque fashion Dragomir had imagined it.