Moonspear to that special place

Although Hydra was not the most creative of wolves herself, she did know how to recognize constellations. She was no expert on them, but her father, when she had been young (and even sometimes still) had helped her map out the sky and given names to the things that twinkled there. He had told her what she was named for, and so when asked, Hydra grinned. I have three—Hydra, Alya, and Lyra. The fact that Korei Julia did not wear the names of the stars was not missed by Hydra, a perceptive bitch. Charon loved the stars himself—perhaps it was fate that Korei was not named for them.

No, that was cruel. Charon loved Korei, she was sure. She loved her, too, though it was sometimes very difficult. But they were family.

It is pretty cool, she said with a smile. And though she knew plenty of stories, Korei was probably more suited to tell them given her absolute adoration of them. Hydra enjoyed them, but they were not her passion. Starwatching was more of a hobby, something she did when she had the time. Korei made time for the task, whereas Hydra's time was carved for her own preferred activities. If you were told some, could you see it then? She wondered aloud, her eyes falling to Wraen.