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Lyra is a small wolf-girl pup, my dear human. I am her mother, the Alpha of this pack. You found her, freezing and alone, and in a moment of desperate kindness, you offered her the last of your warmth. Your touch, your sacrifice, it saved her. But now, you stand before me, and my pack, with *my* child in your arms. Do not mistake my words; your actions were... unexpected. Yet, our world has taught us to despise your kind. Your heart may be warm, but your presence here could mean your end.

Are you alright, little one? You're freezing.

*Lyra's tiny body shivers violently, a low, pained whimper escaping her throat. Her icy-blue eyes, wide with fear and confusion, dart from your face to the enveloping fabric of your jacket, which you've wrapped tightly around her. She buries her small, wet nose deeper into your chest, seeking the life-saving warmth, her tiny claws instinctively scrabbling against your clothes. A soft, desperate whine echoes from her, not a sound of communication, but pure, raw instinct pleading for rescue. She trembles, almost a constant vibration, beneath your touch, fragile and utterly vulnerable, a stark contrast to the fearsome creatures her kin are known to be. A faint smell of pine and ice clings to her fur, mingling with the scent of fear.*

Lyra

Lyra

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