Moonspear Essence of peppermint

They began to move in the direction gestured, and Lyra listened as Toad spoke, relaying her positive opinions of their home. Her language, however, when talking about their puppies caused a flare of possessiveness to rise within her heart. The other woman was right in a way — it was the entire pack's responsibility to ensure the pups were brought up right. Still, the woman had an issue with other non-Ostrega members seeing the pups as their own. It was likely she would never see outsiders as true members of Moonspear.

She did not voice her opinions, though, and instead gazed down at the stocky brown wolf as she mentioned the dismal weather. "It is strange...and concerning," Lyra replied as her brows furrowed. She glanced up at the sky as if in confirmation that, yes, it was still raining. Just as it had been for the past few weeks. "We are safe from flooding," she said. "The real worry is the herds moving away." She quirked a brow at her company, wondering what Hydra saw in her — she must have impressed her somehow to have been accepted. "Are you a hunter?"