Moonspear gotta get a grip

Although the pup didn't smell anything untoward—even with the rainwater enhancing everything, like a shower fart—Hydra's words somehow didn't placate her. But she didn't say anything more on that particular topic. The black she-wolf wanted to know more, gently coaxing Galaxy to spill the beans. The youngster felt torn between sharing what she'd overheard and getting into deeper trouble with Vela, even if she didn't understand why she was there in the first place.

"Is my head fat?" she questioned, voice unusually meek with reluctance.