Bramblepoint amble here, amble there

"Alya," she corrected with a faint wag of her tail to show that no hard feelings were had. "Lyra stayed home today," she added instead of just saying that there were three of them. She wondered if, perhaps, they could convince the wilds that there were many, many more.

Her eyes caught on the flicker of her sister's ear, and she came to stand side-by-side with the other woman to better view the wolf in question. At first, she had no idea why Hydra might want her opinion on the man. But they had talked of this often enough that she quickly caught on, and after a quick surveil, she responded with a tentative sniff of approval. He was handsome enough, certainly. The only thing that remained to be seen was whether their personalities were suited.

Alya had not met many wolves whose personalities were suited to Lyra's.