Moonspear Scorpio rising

Osiris stared deep into Fallstag's eye as he tore into his throat and pulled, watching as it's vital light faded. He tugged mercilessly at his opponent's throat, only stopping his charge once he realized that their struggling had ceased. Fallstag was dead, and justice had been served; Leta was safe, and Hydra was suddenly beside him. 

"I am so proud of you," she said in a doting breath, looking him over to ensure he had suffered no grievous hurts. He snapped to attention at the sound of Hydra's voice, nearly jumping out of his pelt because of her unexpected arrival. Osiris breathed deeply as he attempted to calm his nerves, taking some of Fallstag's blood down as well. "You did the right thing. You did well," she remarked; he did, and he knew it. 

Then, direction: "Make sure he is dead. And then, we must go and see your aunt Lyra." He obeyed, but not without sparing a glance towards Leta's—quickly, he recognized that she was alive. The revulsion and fear in her lively expression, the shallow rise and fall of her chest—she was alive. 

With renewed purpose, he turned to the cadaver. Making quick work of Fallstag's throat, Osiris tugged at the bloody tendrils until they were entirely removed from his body and then spit them into the dirt beside the intruder. Feeling no remorse and abandoning the remains, Osiris scrambled onto all fours and raced to Leta's side. He pulled her into a long embrace, allowing for both of their nerves to calm before they moved. 

Once they were pacified, they did as Hydra had instructed. They sought out Lyra and had their injuries tended to, and keept low for the following days as they recovered.