Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

Hydra shifted her weight, grinning pleasantly in response to her siblings words. The other seemed uneasy, not unlike the rabbits Hydra attempted to race after with little success in catching them at her age. An ear swiveled toward her father as he spoke, and her head turned toward Charon. What he meant, exactly, she was not sure—using someone as a message? Hydra was given pause for the moment. Her father had not outright agreed with either of his daughters suggestions, which could only mean he had something else in mind... she awaited his direction, head swinging back toward her fathers enemy. Hydra hadn't any idea who Peregrine was, either, but specifics didn't really matter to her. At this age, Hydra was blissfully unaware that the devil was in the details.