Moonspear wild, wild thoughts

Hydra turned, sensing the presence of one of her mirror images. Her tail waved upon seeing who it was—there was no deceiving one of them, and Hydra knew her sisters like she knew the back of her paw. As Alya fell into step beside her, Hydra blinked at the girls bate. Where? she asked, her own tone just as low as she lowered her head to sniff at the borders. Her own scent was exceptionally strong upon the borders, though she pawed at them nonetheless to release more scent glands.