Moonspear what a beautiful life away

laur pop ly ly in here any time!!!

 

Alya came first. This was of no surprise to Hydra, who grinned in a diabolical manner toward her right-hand. Lyra, Hydra was certain, would be here in no time—and would assimilate into their activity wordlessly, understanding perfectly what was to occur. They were each perfectly symbiotic. They could begin, and begin they did, Hydra sniffing at the tracks her eager parents had left behind. Her movements were perfectly feline in nature, strides long and graceful as she prowled, leading the way with bright eyes. Hydra's ears fanned forward, listening for movements her parents would be making as she mutely picked up the pace. They did not have too much ground to cover.