Moonspear Second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be

For her own part, Hydra was not sure how she felt about the new, little arrivals. They were strange to her, and Hydra did not enjoy strange things. But she swallowed these feelings as her mother had accepted them and thought little else on it. She would just avoid the tiny creatures. 

Hydra followed the trail of her father as she often did as of late, and as she saw his figure and his posture Hydra quickened her stride. Licking her chops she mirrored his posture toward the cub, a flash of disdain evident only within her deep blue eyes. One ear turned toward her father, and the other remained cupped toward the pup.