It had taken time to haul the stones that had once edged the western side of the moor out here and now that she had a decent pile, she began the laborious task of repositioning the stones back into a wall that would run across the western edge of the plains. It would give the cattle and goats the option to move into the longer grassed fields, while still providing some semblance of protection from casually wandering predators or escapees looking to take all their friends with them.

She worked steadily, stone by stone, slotting the rocks back together as they had been, enjoying the mindlessness of the task. Perhaps if any of her children came to join her, they could turn it into a story time, or a lesson about the advantages the wall might bring. Until then, she would continue to chip away at it, stone by stone.

"speech"

Lyra moved quietly through the tall grass of the Veronica Plains, the humid air sticking to her fur as the summer heat bore down. Her lanky frame shifted awkwardly, her growing body still unfamiliar, but her steps were precise. She had learned to be cautious, her ears twitching as she navigated the terrain. Especially in this specific area. A quick shudder traveled down her pelt as she recalled the terrifying encounter with an angry pronghorn. The thick shrubs and stalks of wheat grass offered her a familiar cover, though today, her purpose wasn't to hunt.

Her mind churned as she neared the familiar figure of her mother, Modesty, hard at work. The steady clink of stones being set back into place filled the air, and for a moment, Lyra paused to watch. There was something calming about Modesty’s methodical movements, the way she worked with a quiet diligence that mirrored Lyra's own desire for order. Lyra lingered at the edge of her mother's task, unsure whether to approach or simply observe, as was her nature.

But the pull to be close to her mother, especially now, was too strong. She stepped forward, silently. When she was near enough, she allowed herself to speak, her voice steady and calm, just above a whisper.

“Why are you building it again?”

It wasn’t a challenge, but a genuine question. More of a weak reason to hear her mother speak. To have company and the sense of family present. She always sought to understand the reason behind things, even something as simple as stone walls.

"SPEECH"

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Sagittarius Fallen
The little female followed the scent of her mother with curiousity. Yellow eyes carefully scanning the taller grasses, paws carried the pup with confidence and excitement. But soon the sound of small paws that were her sister Lyras caught her off guard. A slow deep and steady breath was sucked into her lungs and left free after a few moments. Closing her eyes as honing in on what Pythia had taught her. Feeling the small trembles from under ground and the vibrations of Lyras voice.

The young girl set into motions paws carrying her almost silently as Sagittarius hunkered down, waiting for the right moment. As Lyra spoke out thats when Sagittarius moved forth once again. Launching herself threw the tall grass and landing near Lyra. A playful growl and a bow were given. Her hind quarters rose into the air.

Her tail danced behind her as the young ones attention soon turned to her mother. Curious to what she was doing. But the adventures and lessons of play were more important. A barkish yip was emitted to Lyra as Sagittarius would pounce to meet her sister once more.

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