Moonspear you can feel it in my pulse

Hydra, of all her sisters, was perhaps the easiest to tell apart from her sisters when she was her True Self—she was proud, self-assured, and confident in the way she held herself. Her body language shifted upon sight of her father, and she paid her due respects to the pale man as she slid beside him with a lowered tail and some rough, submissive nips to his chin. Though typically she would incite a spar, Hydra withdrew quickly enough—her blue eyes flashed and her ears pricked. Are bears easy to kill? She inquired, looking over her shoulder for a moment. I met someone—his name was Rannoch. He said his parents were killed by a bear, her gaze fell back to Charon, her hackles lifting slowly at the thought of her parents coming under attack from, well, anything. Charon would know better than anyone of her present desire: exterminate bears. If that were possible, which he would tell her.