Moonspear from a black widow's reckoning, your fortuitous spine

Day by day, he was healing. Slowly but steadily, recovering just as the land now did from the trauma the earth had wrought upon them. Lyra watched over her nephew keenly, rarely leaving his side in those first fragile couple of days. The wounds were not so deep that they would leave disfiguring scars, but she was still worried about infection and damage to the muscle underneath.

However, @Osiris was his mother's son; he was a resilient young wolf. Lyra was certain he would pull through, and would be all the more stronger because of it. That did not stop her, though, from hovering near him, ever watchful. Her head rose as she heard movement from inside the den where he had been sleeping since the attack, and in a split second Lyra went from resting to on guard. Peering into the darkness, she let out a gentle cooing sound for the boy to coax him out.