Moonspear not being able to find it

Sure, she heard, and her tail waved. But it stilled when she felt a sharp sting to her side as the cub bit at her leg. It did hurt—not in a way a wolf-bite would hurt, but the milk-teeth of the other pinched in a way that did draw blood. The offense was a grave one. She was shocked, and turned to watch him flee—but he had not accounted for her swiftness, her knowledge of every beloved rock on the face on this mountain. She sprang forward, and caught up to him in seconds—she moved to pick him up, the gesture crude and rough as she scooped the boy up within her mouth. She fought the impulse to shake him until he was eternally still, though adjusted her grip so she held him properly. Every movement was precise and careful—she did not attempt to draw blood. That was not her desire. 

She glanced towards Terance, inviting him to join her on this venture with a snap of her plume and flick of her ears. Her sisters would understand it perfectly, though this movement was more obvious than the other minute things that they did. And then Hydra moved forward, heading towards Olive's abode. As she had called Dakarai and Olive both, she was certain one of the two would meet her halfway. The fury within her eyes was bridled, but it was only a matter of time before she released the reins.

come on in @Olive !!!!