Moonspear for my Mjölnir

Yes, yours, she hummed agreeably, but one millisecond later Hydra lurched forward to snatch it out of her grip playfully. 'f yr c'n t'ke 't, she shook the corpse wildly, feeling its limp body smack the sides of her face. A low snarl ekked forth from her throat as she dangled it before Galaxy. She'd teach each cub about survival and how to do it—taking food, even snatching it from others. Hydra consistently snatched food from her siblings when she was younger—she was quite food possessive, even still—and something in her encouraged her to do this. Hydra would take it easy on her siblings, little as they were, but not too easy. She understood Galaxy was in recovery mode though, so todays mini-lesson would not be too aggressive.