Moonspear the very best, that no one ever was

The mountainous terrain was something those born of Mo onspear could navigate without issue. For her own part, Hydras did not stumble; she was incredibly observant and did not wish to misstep and thus destroy her own mission of capturing Lyra. And Lyra navigated the descent-then-brief-ascent with ease herself. None were more superior to the other, but Lyra was still the swiftest of them. Hydra would never have given up, but Lyra might simply never be caught. Hydra was not yet to her level, there—she could only hope for an advantage. 

When one was given, Hydra ran toward Lyra and nipped at her. While normally Hydra would have tackled her, or bowled her over with the assistance of the descent, Hydra moved around her—she assumed her sister might be hurt, and did not want to actually hurt her. Her tail flagged over her back with her triumph, but her blue eyes were sharp with worry. You hurt?