Moonspear lend a hand to the silver blade

@Keres! <3

Apparently another Ostrega now walked among them. At least, that was what Hydra had told her. Despite keeping to herself these days (or entertaining her triplet's youngest ones), Lyra knew she would have to meet the newest members of Moonspear sooner or later, so she sought to do just that. On her own terms, naturally.

She set off at daybreak along one of the many routes that trailed around their mountain, the path slick with fresh mud due to the unceasing rain. The woman cursed it, wondering what Jarilo, their resident Naturalist, made of all this. She would have to ask him sometime soon. For now, she pointed her nose to the sodden earth and began traveling at a steady clip, searching for this Keres' scent.

Her scent was not difficult to find, leading one to find the mountain wolf sitting on a cliff where she studied the world below. Even from up here, she could see that the land was waterlogged after the most recent rains, the topmost soil rippling like it was liquid and not solid earth. It was a curious thing to see, one that made Keres wonder if these lands would ever dry out again. She'd only arrived a week past and it had at least drizzled every day since, with no signs of letting up.

An ear flicked, shooing away a fly, tongue licking at her chops as she moved her gaze to the clouds heavy with rain, studying them. They did not yet release their cache, building up to once more douse the earths in their wet misery. No doubt they would do so again today, giving the wolf an inclanation to go down the mountain and hunt before the rains hit. Still, she stayed where she was for a few moments longer, continuing her observations.

She quickly came across the woman's scent, and began to follow it up the winding trail, which eventually lead to an outcropping that afforded a sweeping view of the lands below. There, perched among the rocks, was the fellow Ostrega woman. She wasn't as regal as Lyra had imagined, her own upbringing and biased views of their family certainly tainting her image of the standard Ostrega wolf.

Still, she was family, she guessed.

With ears thrust forward and an appraising glint to her eye, Lyra approached Keres, who seemed to be intently studying the dark clouds. Her gaze flicked to them briefly, wondering if she was aiming to be a fellow Naturalist like her brother. "This much rain isn't usual for this time of year," she commented, drawing up beside the grey woman, gaze remaining on the sky for now.

At first glance, Keres assumed the wolf to be Hydra; this female was the spitting image of the leading lady and for a brief moment, she thought she was losing her mind. Their look was the same but their scent and voice were different. Logic caught up with the highspeed train of thought and thus sorted out that this must have been a relative of Hydra. Probably a close relative. Sister, perhaps?

The new resident of Moonspear observed the dark woman for a few more seconds before looking away, the end of her tail swishing across the ground a time or two before coming to rest once more. Hydra said as much. I don't think I've ever seen it rain quite this much in any of the places I've been, either. At least they were up on a mountain where the rain did not affect htem nearly as much. I wonder how the ones that live below fare through all this. Had anyone drowned? Keres could imagine that, with enough water, flooding was a definite possibility.

She felt the woman's keen gaze upon her, though she kept her own straight as an arrow. She wondered if Keres thought for a moment she was Hydra; the mistake had been made before many a time. She took no offence, of course, she was more than happy to be confused for her twin. However, Lyra's attempts to imitate Moonspear's queen were becoming far less convincing than when they were younger — it was the price one paid when their mirror image had become so infamous, she supposed.

Her musings were interrupted by Keres' words, who admitted she had never seen so much rain either. It was a strange phenomena, especially on the back of the earthquakes not months before — like some collection of gods were toying with their lives for Their own amusement. Not that she believed in such higher beings.

A soft smile spread across Lyra's features as Keres expressed concern for those below them. "Amekaze and Charon chose well when they settled upon this mountain," she said, her blithe tone making it clear she cared little for those who lived in the low lying plains. It was of no consequence to them — or, at least, to her — whether those packs lived or died. She turned to her fellow Ostrega. "How did you find yourself on our borders?" Lyra found it funny, of all the places she could have chosen, she turned up exactly where her own brother was.

That they did, She responded, and though she didn't know exactly who Amekaze and Charon were, the monochrome wolf was intelligent to put two and two together. What she did wonder was how long ago they had founded Moonspear, and what drew them to this particular mountain, but those were passing curiosities, really. In the end, the pack was here and so was she and that was all that really mattered.

Her eyes lingered on the lands that spread below for a few moments longer before turning to look to the dark woman so that she could give her the attention she deserved, which was all of it. Chance. Happenstance. Luck, maybe. I've been searching for my family for a while now, though I never expected to find so many of us in one place. She was glad she had left her homelands in favor of the unknown, and not just for the fact that she had fulfilled her goal but it had quelled a great deal of her desire to go out and explore, which she could have never done if the cards had not fallen as they had.

Can you tell some of the history of Moonspear, perhaps? Her curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to know more about the pack as a whole, as well as the indivuals who made it up.