we do talk about fight club

By now, Lyra had become accustomed to the outside world. Nowadays, she would hardly ever be found inside the den. She felt comfortable exploring as long as she was around her family. While she was not as brash and forward about her inspections as her siblings, the young girl had great tenacity. Meticulously studying those around her, she never had much to say, but she was always thinking.

By now, she had figured out that Korona was easily the first to everything and the most vocal. She did not mind this, and in fact, she found that her sister often voiced what Lyra was thinking. However, today, she wished she would be a little quieter. What if Mother wanted to speak? Lyra was focused on the basket in her mother's possession. She closed her eyes and took a deep inhale. The scent was new, different smells layered over each other.

Lyra padded over and looked around. Her siblings were already towering over her, which made her feel a little self-conscious. The stick Kor picked up and began swinging around was really impressive. She had never thought of doing that before! Her tail would softly wag as her ears perked up. So cool! She doubted she could pick that up with such ease. A rustling noise caught her attention, and she turned her head just in time to see Gilda pounce on Davey.

There was a rustle and a sharp growl in the basket. The movement made Lyra snap her head back. She would watch, hardly blinking. Every once in a while, the basket would shake, and she would lower her body in true border collie fashion. If her ears didn't flop over, they would be standing tall over her head. Deep in her pounding heart, there was a hope that whatever was in the basket would break free so she could chase. Her little paws itched for a good game of chase.



"Speech!"