Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

Hydra had yet to speak, and as of yet did not plan to. Given the fact that he had yet to give bodily cues that he was upset with her impending proximity, Hydra did not slow. In fact, she drew to his side with an eager whine and took a few hearty sniffs. As she drew near his rear, she was able to tell he was a single, eligible bachelor to add to the benches. If not for her, then for her sisters. But was he boring?

The Beta circled to his front, this time her gait more of a giddy prance. She snorted playfully, forelegs rigid as her ears flicked on her crown. She was every bit Alya as she slid downward, bright blue eyes upon his person. Her tail swayed before she drew upward again to attempt to hop alongside him, making to nip his flank with a playful grow. 

'Twas the season.