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

Galaxy was caught by surprise. No doubt she knew little of teamwork, yet. Hydra imagined that she and her own sisters knew of it at that age—really, the three girls were rarely apart and as kids, never... Hydra would teach her to be aware of things. There was always next time. Hydra watched as Galaxy fell and was relieved to see her rise without a cry, a proud smirk coming to her lips. When Galaxy surveyed for the grasshopper that Hydra herself had not lost sight of, she waited until the moment Galaxy looked to her. Hydra returned her sisters gaze and dramatically slid to slap her forelegs against the earth. The grasshopper lept upwards and Hydra, anticipating this, moved to catch it herself. Into her jaws it went, and Hydra felt the crunch of it as they snapped to a close. It had an overall earthy taste which Hydra did not prefer, but that wasn't the point of it. One day, Axe, you'll get it, Hydra lifted a paw to playfully noogie her little sister, today you did alright, but you can do better. We'll practice, she decided, wondering how much of this her sister understood.