Moonspear titles are hard ok

Hydra had missed the way he had eaten before her arrival, but the way in which his body reacted made it obvious enough. She was reminded of Galaxy when she had eaten too much, too quick; when she had refused to eat at all. Hydra frowned at the memory, though by the time Tye looked at her there was only an apathetic look upon her features. Her features softened as he submit before her, her tail waving, and Hydra, more unkempt than usual for her recent rousing, took a few steps closer to him, her own body language casual despite the natural authority she ever maintained. Mindful to avoid the spots he had gotten sick upon, Hydra's ears twitched. Seeing a choice piece of meat there, Hydra thought to take it for herself... but waited.

You are no longer hungry? She asked, seeing that he was no longer eating. Reclining onto her haunches for a moment, Hydra moved to pick away clumps of frozen snow that clung to the tips of her fur near her foreleg.