On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]

She huffed at her father indignantly. "I'll behave. This time. Besides, this is something I want to watch, not really something I want involved in." And with that retort, she immediately turned her attention back to the battlefield. Oh. Guess the scabby thing wasn't Tyranis. Her head tilted as she considered Archon's words, mulling them over quietly to herself. Negotiate for what, precisely? A proposition or offer for what? Her musings got cut short abruptly at Archon's next words, and Lyra's eyes snapped to Hannibal almost immediately for his reaction. She knew immediately what Archon meant; hell, even if she hadn't, it was made all too clear by his focus on the scabby wolf, and the sudden tensing for battle. A small grin formed on the young woman's face. Oh, she liked this one. He was smart.

However, it was impossible for her attention to remain on the wolves when the scent of something heavebnly arose near her, with a thunk. Her head whipped around to stare at Aerndis, who approached the group with an easy familiarity - and oh, she was colored similarly to her and Ares! And had the Imperialis eyedots! Inquisitive, she scooted closer to other brightly-colored wolf, unabashadly eyeing the "snack". "I don't suppose I get to share in the snack too, eh?" she chirruped cheerfully, a gleam of hope in her eyes. Oh man, that'd be perfect, gnawing on a bone and watching the drama. She had know idea who this chick was, but she had food, and seemed to know her father and grandfather, and maybe more, and she had eyedots. She knew there was no way she was Lyra's sibling, but man, imperialis and star, it was like her parents all over again. "Oh yeah, I'm Lyra, should probably tell ya that if I'm gonna ask for some of the snack. Who're you? Didn't expect to see other brightly colored Imperialis or Saxes besides my siblings."

She barely paused for an answer before her attention was riveted back on the scene unfolding before her: it seemed that scabby guy was pissed. Dissing his alpha, with disdain dripping rom every word. My, my. He was a pleasant man. And, simultaneously, it seemed two more battles were about to break out. Her eyes widened as she realized when she realized who started them: Abaven wolves, against the Ero wolves. Interesting. Perhaps Abaven had grown a pair since her father last saw them and discussed them? After all, all her knowledge about them was from him, and he did not hold a very high opinion about them at all.

Oh. Wait. Guess not. She eyed the blue female who entered, and... thoroughly admonished, lectured, and publicly embarrassed her pack wolves for daring to try to claim wolves. She couldn't help the snort as the other blue wolf slunked off to his alpha. Okay, nevermind, maybe Abaven hadn't changed from what she'd been taught by her father. It seemed the other wolf didn't back down, though, so that was something. She curiously wondered what the consequence would be, but then her attention was riveted by one detail of conversation:

"What's up with Shaye and Rhyme?"

She glanced at the one who spoke. She knew Shaye - and she recognized Rhyme's name. Rhythm's child with Valentine. Her uncle. That would explain the other blue wolf, and knowing her family, it was easily to see the resemblance between Valentine and Rhythm.

“They’re fucking, now be quiet it’s getting interesting.”

Wait. What? Her head whipped around to stare at Valentine, but he could hardly care less, so engrossed was he. In fact, the statement was said so nonchalantly that Lyra's mind was working overtime to try to catch what seemed to off about that: Wait. Shaye was a Destruction. Rhythm was a Destruction. Rhyme's a Destruction by blood, and Imperialis by name. That meant... "Ew," she exclaimed in utter disgust, horror and revulsion crossing her face. "Thanks, Grandpaw. Definitely needed to know there was incest in our family." Truthfully, she doubted he'd even hear her words.

Thankfully, she didn't have to dwell on that long: something else captured her attention, something almost as revolting and aversive as the thought of incest. It was... a wolf covered in blood and core, reeking of bile and blood. Instantly, her whole face scrunched up as she studied the man... who suddenly beamed out words. Demon.... of... lightning? Her eyes only grew more wide as he spoke, and she glanced at the one closest to her: Aerndis. "What kind of drugs is he on?" she wondered. "Actually, nevermind, I don't want to know. I have no interest in acting like that." She jabbed a paw in the general vicinity of the now less-bloody wolf, for he'd flung blood all over those closest to him. Ew.

She watched curiously as he prowled close to the woman who'd surrendered to the Abaven wolf. Oh, great, he was still speaking stupidly. Was that this guy's normal voice? It was preeeeeetty fucking dumb. It just sounded like he was on drugs and trying to scare people. It wasn't working. With anyone. In fact, everyone else looked just about as disdainful as her, including his own pack: especially Hannibal, who flat out dismissed Tyranis the second she appeared. Well. At least it was proving interesting.