Moonspear different place, different time, all the stars are in their prime

Alya's heart leapt into her throat as sweet Lyra struck true. A weight in her chest futher lessened at the sight of Hydra's blood-stained ear, though the fist around her lungs only squeezed tighter. Ignoring this, the girl padded forward and crouched before Lyra, turning her head so that the thick fur and loose skin of the back of her neck was exposed to Lyra.

"You can hold my scruff, if you want," she offered, knowing that, even if Lyra's teeth did leave a mark, it would not be seen through her fur.