Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

Daddy!

Her onslaught paused for but a moment as the little devil child peered upward at him, her head cocking to the side. When he joined them, though, Hydra known she had done right. She glanced to Alya, to Lyra, babbling something that roughly translated to: my intuition was right about this guy near home!!!--though really, her reaction had just been to protect Lyra. It all added up to that, though!

Aesop was right--she chomped away at full force, and though such a force was nothing in comparison to what a grown wolf could do, her needle-teeth could be quite a nuisance. There was a moment that he stilled, and this confused Hydra... she bit again, and when he did nothing, she peered toward her father. Huh???? Why's he not moving? She found that, without his reacting, biting into him a billion times wasn't quite as fun.