Lyra Xerath

The waves lapped softly against the South Zone shore of The Island of ARK as Lyra bent to gather stones, her satchel heavy with fiber. Beside her, Surfang — her tamed Dilophosaur — hissed low, crest flaring as it scanned the treeline. Then Lyra spotted a body sprawled in the sand, bare skin glistening in the sun — just as she had once awoken two weeks ago. She gripped her spear tighter as Surfang circled protectively, his hiss sharp against the surf. “Another castaway…” she murmured.