Moonspear the chariot

One ear flipped backward as she heard the sound of Alya approach.

Unlike her father, Hydra knew her sisters apart from one another. It was easy for her to tell, from the way they moved down to the way they breathed. It was likely no different for them—the triplets would know one from the other as no other wolf likely ever would.

Hydra had already decided that she would be going, and so she nodded and said, Was gonna, and her head turned as she heard Lyra approach. The three of them were one cohesive little unit, and Hydra felt that now she truly could go.

A mischevious little grin appeared on her features then, and Hydra regarded Lyra's advice with a glance toward Alya. Their sister was right, it wouldn't be smart to be noisy about it, they'd surely get caught that way. C'mon, Hydra whispered, bounding forward and moving to cross the invisible threshold they were not meant to cross. It was a thrilling feeling, but it didn't feel so wrong with her two counterparts beside her.

Hydra seemed to know exactly the scent Alya thought of, because that, coincidentally, was the direction in which she headed. Whatever that scent was had captured her attention, too.