Moonspear she may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile

Without any hint of hesitation, Hydra was quick to ensure the cur's end. Lyra did not hear the dull crack of its spine between her sister's teeth nor even a gurgle as the coywolf gasped for its last breaths of air. No, it died quickly and silently, afforded little mercy for daring to set foot upon their mountain. Lyra's eyes watched its form slump lifelessly to the ground, before she wiped away the blood on her lip with a swipe of her tongue. Good riddance.

She noticed then Hydra looking at her with her mirrored stare, before her queen dipped her head to grab at the creature's hind leg. Lyra's features twisted into a smile; she remembered this game well. It was not the most efficient way of quartering their prey, but it was fun. With a soft but excited wuff, the Ostrega fastened her jaws around the lower end of its spine and gave an instigating tug, hoping between the both of them they could pull the hindquarter straight off.