Moonspear from a black widow's reckoning, your fortuitous spine

His words were met with a small nod as Lyra listened, her notched ear twitching as he hinted for her confirmation. She was glad he and Atlas ranged further than just Moonspear on their adventures, though selfishly hoped they hadn't acquired the Ostregan wanderlust.

"They are similar to coyotes, though are smaller and twice as quick," she explained, her muzzle wrinkling as she spat the last words. They truly were vermin. The reason she wanted them gone from the den was in anticipation of her sister's pups; no living creature (besides herself and Alya, of course) would be allowed anywhere near it during those first precious weeks).

"They are as cunning as coyotes, though, and with pups on the way it'd be best to rid our home of them."