Moonspear informal disco

AS PER UR OOC NOTE, force-threading u @Galaxy

Hydra followed her little sisters scent, thick rabbit in tow. The girl was now to the point of being, well, too skinny. There was such a thing as that, and Galaxy was getting there. She idly remembered her sister asking her if her head was fat—did that have to do with this? Was Galaxy so weak that she'd let anothers words control her entire life? That was how Hydra saw it, anyway; she was not very sensitive to others and their woes. But Galaxy was her sister, and Hydra cared for her despite her blatant display of "caring too much about the opinions of others". 

Galaxy's scent was stronger, and Hydra picked up the pace. Her step was quite deliberate, and her eyes were sharp as they sought her hue among mountain stone.