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

Hydra shifted her paw away from the mouthy youngster. Galaxy made a halfhearted snap in its direction, though her elder sister quickly diverted her attention. She peered at the grasshopper, her rump already wiggling as she imagined pouncing it. She shifted her weight where she had come to rest on her belly, damp tail whipping once more through the rain-rinsed sod. Her white ears pricked excitedly, shifting and tilting as Hydra spoke to her, instructing her to go after the insect.

"Kay!" she cried even as she sprang suddenly onto all fours. Galaxy hadn't yet mastered her center of gravity or her other motor controls, for that matter. It had frustrated her at first—remembering how fleetly she had run as Scion—but she had since adjusted to her new reality. With each day came increased mobility and prowess, though she was easily outmaneuvered by the 'hopper as it anticipated her attack and went leaping away into the soaked green grass.