Moonspear these are the lessons in love

Quite content in his own little bubble, under Lyra's watchful gaze, he had prowled all over her nearest vicinity--largely ignoring his siblings for much of it, and instead opting to focus on his scenery. It kept him moving and thoughtfully engaged, making for a distracted puppy (who was going to sleep well later) until he caught the wind hinting at his mother's return--and did she bring treasures? Immediately on this realization, he dropped from what he was doing and zeroed in on the gathering that had already begun as the sister's exchanged their greetings. He did not want to miss out on anything, so picked up his pace when needed.

Some of his siblings had reached their mother already and quietly, he joined up on his sister's other side--opposite his brother to further bookend the anticipation they surely beamed her with now. Though, soon after, it was the carcasses that had his attentions, all fixed with an intent stare. Even from here, his nose wiggled curiously about them, their strange musks, and the undertone of blood here too in pursuit of a better understanding--at least until Hydra guided their course to such knowledge, and then some.