Moonspear three-headed menace

Hydra let herself recline onto her haunches as her sisters spoke. She's utterly useless, Hydra agreed—has she contributed one thing to this pack? No. Dad sees something in her, so in fairness to him we'll give her a shot among us, but if she kept being a wastoid? Hydra had tried to include her, but the girl had been so odd that day (fairly so). Hydra thought again on seeing her. Though it should be Liffey making the effort... maybe she ought to see her once more. 

Lyra's suggestion was not missed. Now sliding onto her belly and rolling onto her side, Hydra pawed the sweetest of them. No, Hydra hummed. It will get out of hand. We hate her too much, she said with a sigh. It was true; she knew that what they called a small accident would become a deadly one. And while Liffey deserved to die, and probably would anyhow because she was weak, Hydra had no designs to kill a pack mate (yet).