Lyra.

The battle continued, with neither giving in. Blood splattered the ground around them and the baby began to cry . piercing wails that filled the air. The wolf lunged, seemingly eager to finish the battle and help her child.

With a quick move, the dagger found its mark and cut a long gash across the wolf's flank. She yelped in pain but didn't back down. She lunged again, her jaws snapping shut on the figure's arm. The figure cried out, wrenching their arm free, but not ...