Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

Leaving the cubs by the den with the remainder of the Moonspear wolves, Lyra followed her sister's lead and raced to join the scene unfolding by the lake. It was a harrowing time; the earth had decided to rip itself apart and scatter (and kill, it seemed) the herds just as the coldest season was setting in. The cubs were also growing rapidly and needed more food by the day, and their numbers had just grown by two more youths. Lyra trusted her sister to lead the pack through this winter unscathed, but any chance they could take to bolster their caches, they would.

As Moonspear's war party charged forth to claim what was theirs, Lyra remained a few paces behind them, surveying those who had been brought out of the shadows by the smell of fresh meat. Two who were tearing into a leg and the chest of the moose respectively were from the Nightwalkers, an allied pack, and they earned only a cursory glance before the Ostrega focused on the three other, unfamiliar wolves. They all seemed somewhat content so far to divide the meal between them, but she was certain their band's arrival would bring the bubbling tension to a boil.

As the rest took stock of the situation, Lyra lurked in the background, circling behind them like a shark. A silver figure in the far distance caught her attention momentarily, and Lyra's ears thrust forward, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Like a shy ghost, he disappeared just as fast as he appeared, but she was certain of what - of who - she had seen. Prowling just out of reach, like always. Her gaze lingered on where the man had faded into the trees, before Hydra's voice rang out, and she turned to see her wordless command. Like a bullet, she immediately shot out from behind the group, past Dirge and Drago and heading towards the same pitch-furred male her mirror image sought. As she dove for one of his hind legs, Lyra veered her course and aimed to get a hold of the other, a snarl peeling from her throat.