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Lyra watched as Modesty made her rounds, deeply noting every piece of advice the woman offered the children. The young wolf made a mental effort to remember what she said and how it applied to them all. What stuck the most was the promise of growth, the promise of different tactics. What fails now may succeed in the future; she would just have to be patient.

Although that seemed like a drag, Lyra was ever hopeful. There was times where she felt she would never catch up to her siblings. Her paws would never be as advanced as her brother's perhaps. Her might may not ever match Korona's. Her senses may always be duller than Pythia's. So what would make her special? What could she focus on?

Her prowess.

What Mother said today clicked. A moment of clarity and revelation dawned on her... Why should she struggle alone when the adults were there to teach her what they knew? Why should she touch the thorn to know it was sharp when her elder had already warned her so? So why should she be frustrated at her size when there were other wolves inferior in size who were feared? Even Jael was known to be dangerous.

"Okay Mama.", she would softly say as she remembered the most important lesson of today.

"Speech!"