"Lyra" He whispered her name gently, looking to meet his sisters gaze. "These paw-steps.. their our fathers...". Lyra looked down at the smaller set, she sniffed the earth, "Not just our fathers.. our mothers as well". Her tail wagged as she carefully stepped into her mothers prints, looking at her brother she notice he had done the same with fathers. "We walk this path for them" she whispered almost to herself, praying to the ancestors that their parents where proud.
Art of Lycan and his sister Lyra.