Moonspear even if your hope has burned with time, anything that's dead shall be regrown

A shadow slipped into view and Galaxy's tail took off like an airplane propeller as she bounded forward to meet Hydra. She rocked back on her haunches to lick at her older sister's chin, then reared up a little to smear her tongue across the black wolf's cheeks and muzzle. She then plopped back onto slightly chubby haunches, tail still sweeping side to side through the soaking wet grass.

"Hi, Dwa!" she chirped, feeling rather clever for the wordplay even if the yearling would chalk it up to baby speak. "Go?" she queried in the next beat, her pale face hopeful. She rather enjoyed the forays away from the den and exploring their parents' extensive domain, so different than the flat Mexican deserts of yore.