Moonspear a crown of red, king humming bird

Hydra, when not patrolling or with Lyra (having found out that Alya was, for the time, doing what she had always wished to), was bringing meat to her mother. She knew that at present the pups were small and useless and so her interest in them was scant. They were to be protected, and protect them she would, but interacting with them at this point hardly went beyond long, critical stares. There were two identical girls within the litter that Hydra was interested in, but the inky boy also earned her attention now and again. The silver one had thus far not even been noted by Hydra; she had heard there were four but had only ever caught a glimpse of three before she departed. 

This day, her mother needed to stretch her legs for a short while. Hydra had implied she had other things to do, but her mother had evidently not heard her. Hydra slipped inside and this time noted the inky boy, and saw his eyes were open and, much to her pleasure: Blue, she breathed, her tail stirring without her consent behind her. This moment, she had forgotten they changed color at all.