Evening was on it's way and Lyre was adventuring around her new pack lands. She was growing used to the whole pack thing, not really sure if it was a hundred percent what she wanted. Bass was kind to her and she knew she liked the pack itself and she would be loyal to them and show Bass that she was a worthy member. But she still wasn't sure if this life was for her.
She found herself at a lake, ice covering what shrubbery and grasses were left around the later's edge. The lake itself was frozen, though not trustworthy that it wouldn't collapse under her feet. So she remained at the edge, haunches now lowered as her silver eyes looked at the ice at the sky's reflection. Clouds were still present but the faded moon was still peeking out from time to time. It would soon be shining brightly across the east.
Lyre kept herself pretty calm and collected most of the time, but every woman had her break. She was just about ready to have hers.
