Moonspear gotta get a grip

She breathed deeply of the humid air, eyes peering dully at the watery world beyond the overhang. The air was thick with falling rain, yet she saw a shadow moving around out there and lifted her head. Galaxy's nostrils flared and she felt a little leap in her chest when the recognized the scent—somehow amplified by the water rather than washed away—that filled her nose.

"Hydra!" she shouted, pushing to her feet. She took a breath and plunged her head out into the open, blinking rapidly against the onslaught of cold water to the face. "Under here!" she called half-blindly, swiping a white paw through the air before retreating back under the shelter of the large stone and wiping at her face.