Moonspear Every time we have no control

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As ever, the moment a presence made itself known at Moonspear's borders, the wolves of the mountain descended upon the stranger at the gate at once. Only, these two were no strangers. While Lyra hadn't personally met them herself — nor any others of their pack — she still knew of them. It seemed the whole of Wilds knew of this infamous bunch, and for good reason.

With practiced stealth and speed, the Ostrega made her way down towards the forested borders, slowing as she came upon the scene at a distance, out of sight from those who had gathered. Already, two others had come to greet the males — Keres and Desdemona — who both stood silent and critical. Her eyes flashed approvingly before she focused on those they were greeting. She was immediately drawn to the brute of a man with the brindled coat, taking in his massive form for a moment before glancing at his much smaller brown and grey companion with a face that seemed to have been torn to shreds. They certainly seemed to have lived up to her initial expectations.

She slunk through the darkness of the undergrowth, giving the gathering a wide berth as she made her way behind the two who had entered their domain. Here, she would wait and listen on in silence, staying just out of sight unless the two tried anything...stupid.

Only there was yet another visitor here, too; a tall, grey-clad woman whose pack scent she couldn't quite place. She, too, lurked at a distance, watching. A spy? Dark fur bristling, Lyra made her way towards the woman quietly, letting out a soft rumble for only her ears, letting her know she was in turn being watched. The only thing stilling her teeth was the fact that she was trying to keep attention from being drawn to herself, lest the two males think they were about to be ambushed.