Moonspear lend a hand to the silver blade

She quickly came across the woman's scent, and began to follow it up the winding trail, which eventually lead to an outcropping that afforded a sweeping view of the lands below. There, perched among the rocks, was the fellow Ostrega woman. She wasn't as regal as Lyra had imagined, her own upbringing and biased views of their family certainly tainting her image of the standard Ostrega wolf.

Still, she was family, she guessed.

With ears thrust forward and an appraising glint to her eye, Lyra approached Keres, who seemed to be intently studying the dark clouds. Her gaze flicked to them briefly, wondering if she was aiming to be a fellow Naturalist like her brother. "This much rain isn't usual for this time of year," she commented, drawing up beside the grey woman, gaze remaining on the sky for now.