Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

With her brother sufficiently distracted and no longer weeping, Hydra, once he was beside her, prowled forward. She moved slowly, her stride a languid prowl, and she moved in an exaggerated fashion so that he could note what she did do, and what she did not do. 

She did not step upon the fallen twig, for example, but rather deliberately over it. And she did not ignore the rock that might bounce loudly away if she swept past it but stepped mindfully around it. When they drew nearer to their target, Hydra moved lower to the earth; she slowly slunk forward and sniffed at Gannet's latest location, and gestured for her brother to do the same. 

Hydra gestured for him to be still after he had done what she had first requested, ducking low to crawl toward the brush and spot the Omega ahead. His back was turned, and Hydra withheld a wicked grin—

He would not know it as Alya and Lyra would, and she did not expect him to, and so there attack could not be a complete and total surprise in the end. Hydra nodded to Arcturus, cue enough, and launched toward Gannet without further adieu. The Beta sought to bowl him over, and commanded her little brother to attack! with the playful sweep of her tail. Nothing quite lifted her spirits like a good old-fashioned, playful terrifying attack; she felt her brother would feel the same. 

And Gannet loved children, she knew—so, you're welcome, buddy.