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

Axe was upon her, and Hydra moved to attempt to nose the cub with her slender yet wedgelike muzzle, her motive to cause Galaxy to roll over onto her back. A movement in the corner of her eye and a quiet rustling diverted her attention elsewhere, and Hydra noted a grasshopper bounding between blades of wet grass. It was wet and its movements seemed distressed... and Hydra had an idea. 

Axe, Hydra moved her paw to (attempt to) maneuver her sister in the direction the grasshopper currently could be seen. It bounded upward again. ...get it, she encouraged, ears shifting minutely in a way that would always be for Axe—that likely only her mirror images would be able to read. A command. Get it! she encouraged in a bubbly, encouraging voice as it lept upward again.