Silverlight Terrace Chasing Shadows

Hydra had been tracking Lyra, moving mutely throughout Moonspear and doing remarkably well at it. If Lyra knew, she did not betray it... but Hydra was having a good time stalking her, in any case. When Lyra made headway toward the borders, Hydra licked her chops. Interesting, she thought, before she noted their fathers scent. That made more sense. Hydra picked up her own pace, and it was not long at all before she sidled next to Lyra, her own head tall as her gaze beheld the other standing there. Hydra sensed much the same thing as Lyra, though she knew their father was handling it. All the same, there was always a lesson to learn.