Moonspear gleaning gleaming

Sharply, she sensed more than one.. maybe all three, but she couldn't tell. That too was very plausible. Maybe it wasn't, though. Maybe just one, and some clever ploy making her think more of it. Whatever the case, she switched her ears carefully—scanning, searching, while her momentum began to carry forward more, until they revealed themselves so plainly.

One, at first, drew her focus by boldly coming head on and she invited the play with a course growl. Ame's tail lifted then whipped, and she aimed to veer away from the brunt of it. Noticing the second daughter when she did kept her pivot limited, however, but despite being outnumbered, she wouldn't have them corner her so easily. Without compromising all of her speed and force, she aimed to outmaneuver them both—but it was Hydra who kept the most of her focus, knowing she would bring the offense without hesitation, although she knew better that to overlook Lyra's lurking either. She flipped her muzzle up into the air and tried to dart out of reach of their circling.