Moonspear shelter

She stalked forward as quietly as she could, fur bristling along her shoulders in trepidation. She knew she was walking into some sort of ambush — her sister wasn't one to just up and leave like that. Though while all her senses screamed to turn back and try and get Hydra to show herself again, Lyra pressed on, asymmetrical ears pricked as high as they could go.

The snap of a twig was the only warning she got before she was met with a bear hug from her sister. She released a surprised squeal that dissolved into laughter as she was suddenly pulled to the ground by her shoulders. They both crashed into a dark heap of identical limbs, and Lyra wiggled underneath Hydra, using her forelegs to try and push her sibling off.