Moonspear even if your hope has burned with time, anything that's dead shall be regrown

Hydra made her way toward the den her parents and her younger siblings loitered in. Since she was permitted to see the cubs now that they were a bit older, she did just that. Hydra was no caretaker—she was here to vet her siblings, to see which one was the best and would be her pupil. She moved the rain unbothered by it, and when the rain lessened she shook out her furs. Her ear twitched as she chuffed to alert her parents of her arrival, and then peered inside the den noting her sister who seemed filled with anticipation. Come on out, Axe, she summoned, withdrawing. The drizzle came to cease seconds later, but the earth was wet even still.