Moonspear for my Mjölnir

Hydra dropped the rabbit and placed a broad, possessive paw over it. Hey, she repeated, there's no crying in tug-o-war, she quipped with a grin. Galaxy had fallen onto her tuckus after she took an ear with her and Hydra picked up the rabbit again, growling as she shook it around. She lay on her stomach, though, knowing that Galaxy would still have a tough time of winning but not wanting to spoil her. She knew the cost of taking it easy would only make Galaxy and the others turn out like Korei and Hydra would not have that happen—not on her watch.