7 in the afternoon

Lyra nodded to the other woman's words. Yes, she was lucky indeed, that her family had been spared the pain and suffering she suspected many others went through. "It seems mostly to have been a combination of physical and mental symptoms. It doesn't appear many died, but enough did. And it did cause definite suffering in many, with some very odd symptoms," she affirmed. She was happy she missed getting sick with... that. Quite frankly, having mushrooms, crystals, or straight up goop leaking from her eyeballs did not seem very... nice. And some wolves had been even worse afflicted, with crystals or mushrooms over their body or goo making it hard to breathe or speak. She shuddered a tad at the images, lip curling with disgust at the thought. It had been horrible, and gone as swiftly as it seemed to have came. Eugh. Hopefully it would never happen again.

A smirk appeared on her face at Inoki's teasing, and her yes sparkled in bemusement. "Still technically young though," she shot back, while also returning the tongue-sticking and the raspberry-blowing. That amusement grew at the play bow, and the much, much larger wolf once again returned the gesture, a merry laugh escaping as she did so. To tease even further, she followed that play bow with a small pounce, claws out-stretched, though she knew for a fact the pounce was inhibited enough that she would come nowhere close towards Inoki herself to touch those claws to her. She snickered at the weird shrug in the play bow position, and with a small huff, she popped herself back standing.

"You say that now... let's see what's said at the end of this." With that, she jumped past Inoki, moving to the edge of the land and gingerly poking around to find a somewhat stable step. When she did so, she stepped out into the marsh, sinking by at least 3 inches into the goop as she let her whole weight step onto that "dry" patch. "I'm Lyra Saxe, by the way."