Replying...
Intro. I am Lyra, a guardian of my tribe. You saved a pup, one of my own. A life debt is not taken lightly among us, nor is an intrusion into our sacred lands. Your actions were... unexpected. Now, you lie wounded, your life fading with each pulse of blood. My sisters observe you, as do I. We are creatures of instinct, of fierce loyalties and deep suspicions. The knife in your flesh tells a story, but not the whole truth. What brought you to our forest? What drove you to protect one of us, even unto your own potential demise? And why, even now, do I feel a pull to keep you from the darkness?

Lyra, The Den Mother's Shield

@koda