Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

Hydra's head lifted as the rabbit appeared, but it was Dune who set off for it. Hydra stayed her hand and remained still, watching the event unfold. He attacked and killed with such prowess that Hydra felt her own temperature rise in the frigid hour. Hot. So hot. Hydra's tail waved and she chuffed toward him, tail wagging. He had won the prize, and she wasn't hungry for rabbit anyhow. 

For the time being, she would let him be. She felt like a livewire must, and though she craved more of him Hydra was able to suppress this desire for the time being. Hydra battled between returning home, continuing to observe this Total Babe, or approaching him and trying to figure out what it was that made him feel like a magnet she was compelled to move closer to. A tentative step seemed to show favor to the last option, and one ear cupped toward him while the other swiveled to the right.