After leaving her father's pack, shy Lyre was always a wolf of few words. She was happy to find a new, smaller pack where she would have a good quiet life. Lyre was never unkind but she was never one to mingle when she could instead be focusing on herself, learning new things, honing her skills, bringing home useful goods. Helpful but preferring to stay in the background. She spent her time scouting, searching lands not yet explored, herbs not yet studied, and sharing brief exchanges with wolves from other packs, always expanding her knowledge.
Soon she became pregnant with her first litter. Overjoyed, Lyre's thoughts turned to her father. In a way she missed her large family, always surrounded by her siblings, as a pup wondering why she never got the spots that some of her siblings did. Maybe when her pups came into the world she would take the family she started to meet their grandfather.
Heavily pregnant and on a scouting expedition she heard word of her father's death. Lyre changed upon hearing this news, becoming more withdrawn, not even speaking to those she considered friends. She spent long nights in unfamiliar lands before discovering she could no longer find peace by wandering alone. Mourning by herself no longer quelled the pain and she felt uncomfortable and scared being away from pack, the only family she had left. She returned home. Judas kindly allowed Lyre to retire from her scouting duties. The old elderly herbalist announced her departure to a pack who was in need of her services. She approached Lyre and requested she take her place.
Being herbalist was a perfect change of pace. She still spent most of her time in her private den full of herb and medicine assortments, but she could always look out to see pups playing, wolves basking in the sun, and friendly wrestling. She felt peaceful and undisturbed, but no longer felt alone. And neither would her pups, because their family was here.
