Moonspear the chariot

Though Hydra's absence on its own was not enough to rouse little Alya, the scent of mischief certainly was. Put the two together and you got one very-awake little girl. Bright blue eyes popped open and little black ears perked. Slowly, carefully, she picked herself out of the puppy-pile and paded toward her mirror-twin. The Crown Princess was awake and surveying their land - and Alya knew at once what was on the other girl's mind.

"Wanna go?" she whispered, little paws tapping out an excited dance in the dirt. She knew just the direction, too! There was a strange scent downhill a ways that she could never get to for long enough to investigate. The girl had never smelled so strange a scent, and she wondered what her most beloved sister would make of it.