Moonspear for my Mjölnir

Milk teeth were no joke. Hydra remembered the time that little shit bit her, but she was more tolerant this time as it was her sister. Still, more tolerant was best used loosely with Hydra, who responded when Galaxy barelled into her chest with a rough nudge. Not so rough as to, say, give Galaxy a tumble—in fact, Hydra used her forelegs as a buffer. Hydra just wanted to get her sister on her back to assault her belly with something Hydra had always hated—tickles. A cruel punishment, she knew. The rabbit still dangled from between her jaws, the perfect distraction.