Moonspear how far i'll go

The inquiry was met with a grin. That's an easy one, Axe, she said, though her voice was fond. Her own gaze went skyward. I think that is something that all wolves might know. Something we can feel, at least, she herself did. It was something the changing wind carried with it—the way the very air tasted. The scents, too, indicated a change in weather. Rains were not what was to be anticipated anymore with the clouds that came to them, but snow. But that had been a lesson of their fathers nonetheless. This would be the first Winter Hydra would remember well.

What else, stargirl? Hydra queried, the new nickname coming from her lips. Hydra was less axe, Hydra had come to see, and more girl-with-her-head-in-the-clouds. Her tail waved, wondering what else Galaxy might know.