Moonspear gotta get a grip

As soon as Hydra stepped beneath the overhang, Galaxy pressed her nose to the underside of the older wolf's chin, licking at the wet, bristly fur there. Her tail whipped to and fro, sending a spray of droplets along the rock face behind her. After sniffing noses, she scooted back to make more room for her older sister and plopped onto her haunches, still rubbing at her face every so often to wick away the last of the moisture clinging there.

"Huh?" she said initially in response to Hydra's conspiratorial tone. She swallowed, wondering if she would be in trouble. "I didn't mean to," Galaxy said. Truthfully, she hadn't given it much thought; she had simply followed Vela. "I was following Vela," she added. She's going to be mad that you told on her, the pup's inner voice immediately added and her teeth dug into her lower lip.

"I found her, but..." Galaxy tried after a moment, though she didn't want to do any more snitching. Instead, she looked down at her feet, shuffling them a little sadly, and said, "I don't think she likes me anymore." And that hurt her feelings, especially because the slender Omicron couldn't think of why Vela felt that way. What had Galaxy done wrong?