The secrets the adults are hogging

Lyra trotted through the mists of Druid's Moor, her long legs moving with an awkward grace as she adjusted to her growing body. The fog was thicker here, wrapping the landscape in a once eerie veil. However, many trips to this specific part of the Raider's land had dissipated any haunting aspect of the fog.

Her keen eyes, always alert, noticed the subtle movements of the moor's inhabitants. Today, she had set her focus on the strange girl before her. Lyra had watched the pale pup slip away from the pack’s usual boundaries and now, from a distance, she followed her with a quiet curiosity. She knew she was a packmate but she did not know this girl was technically her niece. It would make no difference, she considered all of Raider's Hollow her family. Regardless, she was someone new and the innate need to keep order and protect her packmates urged Lyra to quietly stalk the pup. Although Lyra wasn't much bigger, she was older and hopefully more experienced.

Lyra was impressed with the girl's concentration as she stalked the rabbit, her pale fur wasn't making as much sound as she had expected. Lyra admired the determination in her eyes. It was a trait she valued greatly. Despite her own clumsiness in this phase of her growth, Lyra felt a pang of admiration for Tempest’s effort and skill. Did anyone ever appreciate Lyra's trying? All her attempts to be better for them? Lyra doubted.

She considered stepping forward to offer help or perhaps advice, but the thought was quickly discarded. Lyra preferred to observe from afar, analyzing the situation without intruding. Often, the wolfdog felt that she never said the right things. Especially when someone was expecting an answer and she was learning it was best to be seen and not heard. Besides, Tempest’s attempt at hunting was a study of perseverance and learning. An endeavor Lyra respected deeply. The young she-wolf realized that if someone had interrupted her in the middle of a hunt she would've been quite upset. So decided it was best to remain unseen, or at least unseen by the rabbit.

Lyra settled herself on the edge of the mist, her eyes never leaving Tempest. The mist seemed to part just enough to allow her a clearer view, as if the land itself acknowledged the silent observer. In this place of ancient magic and perpetual fog, Lyra felt a sense of calm purpose.

As the stranger continued her pursuit, Lyra’s thoughts wandered back to her own family and their chaotic, yet oddly predictable nature. What were they doing at this moment? It had been quite some time since she had last seen her littermates, were they on a trip? Her loyalty to her family and her drive for perfection were constant, but so too was her need to observe and understand the world beyond. She would never wander too far though, she may miss something.

"SPEECH"