Moonspear she may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile

Lyra was not as hands-on in her patrols as her sisters; rather the woman would keep to the upper reaches of their mountain and watch for intruders from on high. It was mostly a tactical decision, but it also gave her a sense of superiority to have such an eagle eye view of the outskirts of their territory — the perks that came with living on a mountain such as theirs. Today, however, she descended from her perch as she spied a filthy coyote stray wander into their home, his gait haggard but oddly determined. Her first thought was the pups, but they were old enough now that they would be able to put up enough of a fight before help arrived. No, this creature was after their stores.

As the Ostrega quickly picked her way down the mountain, she spied a black shadow stealthily following after the cur and felt a wicked smile tug at her lips. Falling into step behind her sister, Lyra followed at length for a few minutes before Hydra suddenly broke into an all-out sprint towards the perpetrator. She matched her warrior sister's strides, but headed in a diagonal direction as opposed to Hydra's head on charge. Her plan was to flank the intruder and block his exit — he would have nowhere to run.