Moonspear the very best, that no one ever was

She felt the rough teeth of Hydra graze her shoulder, and Lyra scampered forward a few steps with a playful growl, spinning to face her sister, only to find her lowered into a play bow. The girl mimicked her pose with a grin, tail waving as she did so. It wasn't a rare sight to see them play fighting; a normal thing for young wolves to do. Hydra, however, had much more of an advantage both temperament and experience-wise due to her training with their father. While she knew she couldn't beat her sister, she did enjoy their spars. With a click of her teeth, Lyra allowed Hydra to make the first move, ready to counter it however she could (most likely failing miserably).