swamp monsters

Lyra's gaze, sharp and unflinching despite her youthful clumsiness, followed her mother’s gesture as she identified the large lizard. Her nose twitched at the pungent smell of yolk and saliva, but her expression remained stoic. With her legs still adjusting to her rapidly growing frame, she took a careful step forward, her white-socked paws making a soft, cautious sound against the underbrush.

It seemed the lizard could not care less about the wolves observing it. Its carefree stance was noted, Lyra's mind was already analyzing the potential risks. From what she had learned, things that were not scared of wolves had good reason to be and should be considered dangerous. Her eyes tracked the creature’s movements with a focused intensity. Her eyes darted to the claws and deadly drool as her thoughts turned to her mother’s warning about infection and the need for caution.

While she might not fully grasp the intricacies of her mother’s knowledge just yet, the young wolf was quick to learn the ways of survival and order. Her natural inclination to keep things in check and her fierce loyalty meant that she was already mentally preparing for any steps that might be necessary to protect her family. Besides, this lizard was nowhere near the size of the crocodile she faced with Scald. However, Gilgamesh's lesson echoed in her head, a reminder to always observe your enemy.

Lyra knew that this lizard, like many things in life, required respect and careful management. The clumsiness of her youth did not hinder her resolve; instead, it fueled her desire to learn and adapt. Lyra acknowledged her mother’s words and nodded. She was not one to voice her thoughts readily. For now, she watched and learned.

"Should we check for eggs mama? Or do we leave her be?" The girl needed guidance, for what if she found herself in a similar situation in the future? Part of her wanted to ensure the safety of her family by culling off the next generation of this specific lizard.

"SPEECH"