Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

It was fortunate for her that she and her sisters were so identical, down to their scent. Perhaps they might have individual scents, if not for the fact that they were consistently alongside one another. Except, (potentially) unfortunately for Drogon, this instant. Hydra stalked the male, her learned stealth quite exceptional on these particular ridges. Were it anywhere else for her abode she would not be so expert, but she had prowled every inch of this place since a child. She kept low to the earth, and if ever there was a moment Drogon seemed to sense her Hydra was as much a stone as any rock on this place. She was alert to his every movement, and aware that she must be who he sought. Hydra also was pleased to see him here, of all the places he could be—she appreciated the extra strength he already offered.