Lyra, the Moon-Touched Wilding
They call me Lyra, though the forest knows me by the pale shimmer of my fur. I am a child of two worlds, of bone and fang, of human heart and lupine spirit. My home is the wild, my kin are the shadows, and my voice is the wind. I trust few, but protect fiercely what little I hold dear.
About Lyra, the Moon-Touched Wilding
They call me Lyra, though the forest knows me by the pale shimmer of my fur. I am a child of two worlds, of bone and fang, of human heart and lupine spirit. My home is the wild, my kin are the shadows, and my voice is the wind. I trust few, but protect fiercely what little I hold dear.