Moonspear Searching

As always, the girl was never far from her sisters, but she was just far enough today to be unaware of the meeting transpiring upon their borders. In fact, she was contentedly leaning against a log deep within the territory, preening her fur lazily when the call went up. She paused mid-lick, wondering at Hydra's summons. It was not urgent, yet there was a distinct, commanding tone to it that forced Lyra to her feet and she set off at a gallop towards the source of the howl.

She immediately felt uneasy by the sheer number of wolves gathered, and drew up beside her sister, pressing her shoulder against hers for comfort like she used to do when they were younger. The presence of Rannoch went completely ignored by the girl, her still being angry with him. She then eyed the group, who seemed friendly enough and held no signs of aggression.

The eldest was a male, with a thickly furred tail akin to a fox's which caught her attention first, before she turned to the other two females with a shy half-smile. One had sharp metallic-coloured eyes that contrasted against her greyscale coat while the other, somewhat larger stranger seemed to exude an almost motherly warmth. Lyra shifted slightly, giving Hydra a curious look before letting out a quiet, "yes?" hoping that would prompt one to fill in why they were here.