Moonspear Half-Moon

From a distance she hadn't spotted Korei—she had spotted Terance—and the swift Hydra lept from rock to rock, picking her way to him. Life hadn't much changed for her since her sibling Galaxy had passed, except for her becoming entirely mistrustful of Korei for being far more inept than they could have ever even guessed. Her fathers distaste of the pale Julia flooded into her, and filleth the cup of her mirror images as well. Hydra would not manipulate anyone to have a particular opinion of Julia—not intentionally, anyhow—but it was fair to tell them the facts, and to keep them away from the last remaining Ostrega cubs. For her own part, she now wanted absolutely nothing to do with Korei, who she considered to be the lowest of the low within the packs own totem pole. 

Terance! she greeted excitedly, though was given pause when she saw a tuft of white fur coming out from the rocks. In moving nearer, she saw what it was. Quite openly did Hydra snarl and snap her fangs in Korei's direction, disdain, disappointment, and even a measure of true sadness ebbing forth from the sound. If only Korei hadn't been so... so... herself in that moment, their fathers eyes could have been where they ought to have been—his youngest! Who really didn't know better, and so were susceptible to stupid ways to die. She hadn't the capability in this moment to concoct words for Terance, she just knew she was so irate that she wanted to get the hell out of dodge lest she snap at Korei and lay into her for the pent up aggravation she did feel for what had happened. So she made way toward the borders, whipping her head away from the golden-eyed Julia and marching proudly on and away.