Moonspear for the life i took from you, my king

She had been employed to watch her siblings, but nearby was her other shadow, @Lyra. Hydra was no matronly woman, and most of the time she blatantly ignored her siblings. When they acted like battering rams, she would smile and attempt to literally sweep them off their feet, though she was far more gentle with them and far more forgiving than she would be with those not of her blood, who, to be honest, she might have disposed of. 

Hydra stood several feet before her blue-eyed, black-of-fur brother, and as he charged Hydra lingered in place, every bit the expert matador until—just before he could make any impact—she sidestepped and snapped cheekily at his rear. Hydra's ears flicked as she feinted a lunge toward him, making sure she was not close so as to accidentally have him caught beneath her stiff forelegs, and stood still again, leaning ever-so-slightly forward, her eyes not moving from him as she anticipated his next move.