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Just like that, the mood flipped. Lyra's head whipped around to face Alya who had suddenly dipped into a play bow. She smirked playfully, but was not ready for the sudden lunge. She shrieked joyfully, a piercing sound that quickly turned into giggles as her ear was assaulted. Her legs buckled underneath her sister's weight, only further compounded as Hydra threw her own paws across Alya's back. The three then collapsed into a mess of black fur and flailing limbs. They spent the rest of the afternoon in a similar state until they exhausted themselves and retired for the night, stopping by Lyra's cache to patch up Hydra's injuries from earlier (as well as some of the ones they gained wrestling each other).