Lyre was a wanderer, though not as much as most of the Diamachi wolves. She always made it back to her den at night, but found a lot of interest exploring the lands she had a hundred times here. She couldn't be locked up all day, that was for sure.
She had stood at one of the many entrances to the Bamboo maze. She had successfully made her way out a few times and was able to get out at least in one way. But she was still worried to be lost inside, though not terrified. She would take a seat outside, trying to think if she just wanted to take her walk through the known course, or try a different path.
