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

"Food!" the pup supplied helpfully. Galaxy wasn't picky. She loved her mother's milk and she enjoyed soft meat just as much. She would happily take whatever Hydra wanted to give her. She whined and yipped, excited about the thought of eating and eager to put food in her belly, and began to weave in and out of her older sister's legs and nip at her chin.

Wanna fade this one for us? :D