Moonspear shelter

Hydra's tail waved at her sisters touch. Really, it was only from her mirror images she accepted any form of physical affection; she accepted their worship, and loved them fully in turn. She was not the best at reciprocating physical shows of it, but her violent protectiveness of them spoke volumes. And no one knew her better than them. Alright, awesome, let's get to it, she hummed, and with a grin, Hydra shouted, last one to the forest is a stinky skunk! 

She bolted forward with an excited laugh, taking a headstart and hoping to have caught Lyra off-guard with her sudden decision to race.