Moonspear the twelve labours

Hydra observed in the background, her tail waving. They both moved against it, Revui fortunate and Arcturus bloodied. This she expected; they had yet to partake in hunts to know what exactly it was they needed to do. This was a good lesson for them, though. Even prey could strike when they needed to; they would need to be quick on their feet, and quick-thinking, too.

Blind, but not deaf. Revui, strike from the left, quiet; Arcturus, the right, loud—not too close, she instructed swiftly, licking her chops. She smelled the blood of her brother, but did not fear for him; Lyra would aid him after, and the age of this beast meant its tenacity was different than those younger of its species. It would falter faster, exhaust easier—but it was still dangerous, and Hydra lurked in the background should the wolverine get the better of her brothers.