Moonspear here without you

Hydra flicked her ears at Galaxy's words. The stench the other produced caused Hydra to wrinkle her narrids and her ears to prick; farts were always a surprise, and never a good one. Welcome back, Hydra said in earnest. She looked at her siblings, who were eager to see Charon—that was no surprise, given he was one of the best things about the world. She looked to both her mother and her father as she spoke next: we found a herd nearby. One of them seems injured; the way they carry themselves is as though they aren't, as they do, but one of their scents was off. If we got near to them again we could tell you which, her eyes were alight, wondering if her father might call to order a hunt in a couple days time. She also wondered if their mother could participate, but was not sure how long she must keep with their (younger) siblings. Her mirror-images punctuated her words with eager nods.