Moonspear lashing a ruin of thunders

She watched as the familiar grey shape travelled to their borders before collapsing upon them into a crumpled heap, so very different to the belligerent wolf he was only months ago. A deep scowl remained on her features as Lyra cut a determined path down the mountainside, racing to her brother's side but not out of concern.

As she arrived upon the scene, she was confronted with the stench of sickness that radiated off the figure who had not moved from where he had fallen. She slowed before approaching, wary for any signs of aggression — who knows what sort of illness the reckless boy had contracted.

Marks and cuts lined his body which Lyra appraised with a critical gaze, unfeeling towards her younger sibling's plight. He had done this before, no? Did he expect his family to patch him up each time he got himself into whatever flavour of trouble he favoured that week?

"Stupid boy," she sneered down at the unconscious Revui, before tipping her muzzle back in a call for @Hydra. She had her own ideas on what to do with him, but she deferred — as always — to her sister's judgement.