Wild Berry Meadow opened up like a marionette, danced a whimsical pride

She is. Lyra's eyebrows raised at the affirmation, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes spreading across her maw. Well, who would have thought. She recalled back to what Hydra had told her, of Ying's own sister ill-advisedly traveling while in heat, and wondered if Ying had done the same and suffered the consequences of that.

"Odd that she is traveling so far from the sea in such a state," she said off-handedly, before regarding him with a critical eye. He was lanky and sharp, with a coat that hung off him like dripping oil. Not one that she really saw Ying being with but perhaps she had misjudged Hydra's own description of the warrior woman. "Are you her mate?" she then asked curiously.