Moonspear whimsical

Indeed, her father would not have his solitude for long.

Hydra had just awoken from a snooze, and roughly removed herself from the limbs of her twins. They did not like to be apart, even in dreams, it seemed. The tyrant of the trio likely would not disturb them in her maneuvering as it was nothing new--but in the distance, she noticed the prone form of her father.

The cub wasted no time.

She raced toward him, quietly enough though without her typical rallying cry to awaken Lyra and Alya to involve them in her shenanigans. And when she was near enough, she attempted to pounce upon him with a little squeal, a giddy expression on her features as she thought herself, for the moment, victorious in her 'surprise attack'.