Hi, Hello, I'm Home.

Lyra grinned at her father's words, even as her eyes closed in contentment at the hug from her father - the first in many long months. "What can I say? I'm your child," she retorted, returning the grin with one of her own. "What did you expect, Dad?" Knowing him, and knowing herself, she knew that he would absolutely have expected her to do exactly what she did. After all, it seemed that having fun with the borders of packs ran in their bloodline. She eyed him. "I dunno, am I trespassing?" She tried to think of a way to word it to hint what she was getting at, but alas - that was the best she could do, and her muzzle wrinkled slightly at the mild failure it had been. However, his next question made her grin again. "Now that's up to you," she retorted, eyes gleaming. Now, maybe, she could hint properly. "That depends if I'm really trespassing or not." Oh PLEASE let that be enough.