The Last Sighs Of The Wind [Asharya]

Lydia's days were consumed by something she couldn't begin to describe. She had no idea how to feel about her captivity. Horror had been the dominant emotion for so long that at some point it had become mundane and boring. She'd become numb to all of it except for the bright spots that were Pyralis' children. With the older woman prone to excessive wandering since capturing Lydia the girl had spent more time bonding with the pups and while they could drive her up the canyon walls she felt a growing affection for them.

She stirred as she felt the warmth of Pyralis' body suddenly vanish but as she was not bitten or roughly jerked awake she allowed herself to start to slip back into sleep when a howl rang out. Ah… training again? Lydia frowned. These pups were barely a season old! She didn't like that they were training for battle so soon. It seemed… cruel to her. Either way the punishment would be worse if they were not on time. Lydia rose swiftly and leaned down to nuzzle the pups. "Come on you two, we don't want to keep your mother waiting. Up! Up!" She tugged lightly at Ashiel's tail. Of the two he was more inclined to sleep through anything.