Moonspear asphyxiated

It was her sisters voice which brought her to; the bloodied Hydra withdrew from the others ravaged form, her eyes turning to her mother when she spoke. She had not noticed anything amiss as she processed all that had transpired, and when her mother asked about her injuries, Hydra looked to her shoulder that now stung. The wound was superficial, but it hurt all the same. Still, Hydra, laden with adrenaline, said: Just a scratch, before looking to her mother and grinning. The gravity of killing a wolf had not yet hit her, and her eyes turned to Alya as she spoke of being fine too. Hydra's eyes assessed, but really, there wasn't a mark upon her that Hydra could see. Her sister was to her left, and she could not see the ear. When Alya paused, Hydra stood to attention. A millisecond of silence, a break in speech, was all she needed to hear to know something was wrong. 

Hydra adjusted where she stood. It was now Hydra finished her sisters sentence upon seeing it, your ear. Hydra felt the phantom pain, and her perpetual grimace seemed to deepen. She looked to her mother when Alya asked if it could be fixed, and Hydra wondered the same thing. Even of her own injuries. She'd never been injured before in her life; was this mark to last upon her forever, too?