even Raider's mow their lawns

Often, Lyra could be found in the shadow of one of her packmates or siblings. She liked to keep track of who she could whenever she could. However today, it seemed she would be following Modesty. She kept her distance, not because she was sneaking around but because she had found it was easier to go unnoticed. Where her mother went, she would go. Today it seemed to lead to a dry and scratchy plain. Much different than the one she had been in last. The tall stalks of grass were course and pulled at her fur. Even Modesty seemed to have to apply some effort to make it through.

Lyra was just about to call out for her mother when a strange male approached. He spoke to Modesty, and although he seemed to be a little arrogant he was respectful. So far. He was a large man, nearly the size of her mother. Lyra decided it would be best if she kept quiet and out of sight. If a fight happened she would jump to her mother's aid.

For now, she would shrink down and slowly back deeper into the tall blades, using her extra small size to go unseen if possible.

"SPEECH"