Moonspear three-headed menace

Hydra's gentle bat at her was retaliated with a playful snap by Lyra, leaning forward under Alya's weight. She missed, course, and twisted around again to affectionately preen the fur around her sister's ears. Hydra was right, as always. Though it didn't stop Lyra's mind from whirring with ideas. If they somehow got Liffey to get sick or injure herself somehow, she would make for the most perfect test subject for Lyra to experiment with plants.

Alya's plans were even more dastardly, focusing on manipulation. She had always been the more socially savvy of the trio. She gave a soft hum, wondering how on earth they would be able to play such mind games on the other girl, but knew Alya would already being formulating her own ways. As she sat up, Lyra let herself round the sprawled Hydra and collapsed too, resting her chin on her side, licking her lips contentedly. Alya quickly joined them, laying her head on Lyra's shoulder.

She will, came Hydra's simple response, before the three lapsed into silence, settling in to groom and bond over their mutual hatred of the silver-haired newcomer.