Moonspear look to the universe

Alya had been scolding a fat, black stinkbug for the unholy perfume it'd been emitting. ("No! Quiet! Bad!") It was not the most interesting of pursuits, but when there was no one else around, it was the best the little princess could do. so she bossed the bug in her bossiest impression of the Crown Princess, believing really and truly that she was Hydra, or that she could be, maybe.

Who could know?

But when Mama's voice came sweet and inviting over the cooling breeze, Hydra dropped all pretenses in favor of a far large, far more pleasant-smelling creature.

"Mamakaze!" cried Hydra as she darted toward the sound. Her legs were still very short, but they carried her faithfully across the well-remembered den-site. And it was not so hard to spy her mother through the trees. She looked as she always did; and older version of the Cerberus and every bit the queen she was. Hydra admired her greatly, and aimed to be just like her one day, and mate with a wolf as strong and handsome as The Great White. As her father.

For this reason, Hydra had ceased tumbling into the woman's legs and attacking with all her might. Instead, she approached the way a good little princess ought to, and peppered Mamakaze's paws and ankles with adoring but neat and mostly-dry licks.