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The glint in her sisters eyes normally would have caused Hydra to move, but she stood still in anticipation. She let out a low growl and rolled her eyes at her sister when she (wisely) leaped out of reach from fangs that would surely retaliate: I've been it this whole time, Lyra! Before she bounded in her sisters direction but, unlike Lyra had hoped, she did not yet strike. You won't catch me twice, she taunted, forcing their circle to become looser as she created a greater distance between them. Hydra, too, wanted to learn how to avoid blows from the fleet-footed Lyra—she was adept at avoiding blows from larger wolevs, now. Perhaps the only wolves who would ever truly be her match would be her sisters, though Hydra's ever-increasing experience certainly would keep her above them in that field.