Moonspear when people become numbers

Hydra soon heard the sound of footsteps, as her mother had. It caused her pace to quicken, and her thickly-furred plume swayed. Hydra loved both of her parents, and respected them too. They were her greatest teachers and unquestionably her idols. Two figures of power, strong and assured and brilliant. They could do no wrong to she or her sisters, who felt the same degree of fondness toward her parents as she did. Although she was closest of all to her sisters (which truly went without saying), her devotion and her love toward her parents could not be doubted. Not by those who knew her. She was not the most outwardly affectionate, and she was the roughest of the three triplets... but Hydra had her way of displaying these things. 

Now, for instance. That she sought them out lately to teach and guide her. Hydra let out a low whuff to let her mother know she heard her, and picked up the pace to see her.