Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

There was little question as to what, exactly, was occurring within Moonspear's borders as of late. Her mother's agitation of late was for more reasons than one, and her daughters had inherited this trait it seemed. She was standoffish one minute, and interested the next—but for now, she was very invested in the pale stranger. 

He was wise to not move; it would have incited her to chase him. Her conflicting emotions culminated at present into some off-brand of affection. As he nosed her ear, she leaned into him, tail waving. She stood there, tall and proud, and moved alongside him to sniff near his whiskers. Hydra then broke away, sniffing the earth idly as she caught the scent of a rabbit. She looked at him and chuffed, inviting him near to sample the scent himself. Hydra's interest in this stranger was one she sought to immediately expand upon.