Moonspear carry on phenomenon

Hydra watched as her sister rushed outside once goaded by mother. Hydra let out a loud, No!!!!!!! a word she was learning. Hydra did not want either of her twins to escape, first, and not because she wished to be first either. It was simply because she was invested in her twins, and if the paler one were to go first and be swooped up, well, she would not mind that so much as she minded Alya.

The cub was never mean to any of her sisters. In fact, she exhibited small degrees of protectiveness over each of them. But there was a true preference toward her inky sisters, if only because they looked so alike and it pleased her eye. Hydra shifted her weight, and when she heard no sounds of pain, she moved alongside Lyra as her father spoke to the littlest of the triplets. Hydra gazed at him for a moment, not translating what he said, but understanding 'mama' well enough. Hydra looked outside again before glancing toward Lyra. Hydra, who supported Lyra despite how much of a scaredy cat she seemed to be, encouraged her sister forward with a nudge before moving warily outside herself. She was less certain of this development, and squinted at the world as her eyes adjusted, looking most displeased.