Moonspear never gonna give you up

FADER FOR DIS

Hydra knew her sister would not leave them this instant; perhaps in the Spring, once Winter had passed. She mutely echoed her sisters sentiment, bumping hips against her and grinning. Let's hunt, she demanded with a grin, bounding forward—she knew this would take away from the melancholy that had shrouded them, briefly. And then Hydra darted away, seeking the trail of something that had some meat on it to get her aggression out on.