Moonspear shimmy, shimmy, quarter-turn

Hydra grinned as he waved the thing enticingly in front of his face. Though she wasn't hungry, she knew exactly what he had in mind. And she wanted to make him better. Strength-training was required in that, and if he was standing, surely he could partake in some measure. He looked handsome, even with that hop—and her tail waved in sweeping arcs as she moved to grip the critter. 

Her first tug was haphazard at best, to enable him to see she was down for what he had initiated here. And, to make it fair, Hydra lifted a limb and snarled as she tugged toward her right. She would not take advantage of the situation—she wanted to learn, too.