Moonspear But keep your fighting spirit alive, boys

His response might have caught anyone else but her off-guard. But she had heard about this tactic from Alya—he must be playing hard to get. Hydra snickered at his words, knowing that he certainly must have missed her to some degree to have come all this way so swiftly. Definitely would not have done that for his cousin. Noting his posture, Hydra relaxed all the more before she dipped downward and slapped her forelegs against the earth in a quick but obvious indicator of her mindset before she rose swiftly, attempted to nip him, and dashed off in the opposite direction with a loud bark—hoping to incite a game of chase. Adrenaline had struck her from thinking he might be the enemy, and there was nothing like a good run to get aggression out of her system if she could not outright attack somebody.