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[i]Interacting with [@cryptek12] and mentioning [@ellion] and [@kitty][/i]
[h1]Lyra[/h1]

	[b]Lyra[/b] started to answer ‘no’ but she was quickly cut off by the curt slam of the door. In another life, she wouldn’t have jumped. But she did. And began to reflexively reach for her axe and bring her hands to her mouth. She relaxed once she saw there was no threat but stood abruptly when the man collapsed. 

	She made it a point to stay out of Rowyn’s way and offered little help. Instead, she let herself watch with a worried gaze. There was nothing she could do. There were so many things she could not do. 

	Her eyes trailed from the man to the wolf and she caught her breath.

	[i]What the fuck?[/i]

	She had tried to stay calm with the tavern wolf but now there was two. Even for a hunter, it’s no bloody fun when a bunch of wolves come along and decide you are in their territory or a bloody snack. Lyra hated wolves and didn’t understand why people tried to domesticate them.

	But she couldn’t let those thoughts distract her. The man had said there was a “slight problem”. Were his injuries the problem? Was something coming? Her mind was racing.

	“Come with me. We need to secure the area and make sure whatever got him, isn’t still around.” Her voice was firm but not completely commanding. Lyra looked to Sheffield with her golden eyes, signalling that she was talking to him. 

	Even if there was nothing out there and they were safe. She needed the air. [/center]