Moonspear confident

Hydra spent the day marking the borders and patrolling, as she often did. It was a habit she had yet to break, and likely never would. The borders were well marked, and there was no mystery that this land was spoken for. If others imagined they would be met with kindness when coming too close, Hydra would leave nothing to the imagination any longer. Hydra and her sisters had done enough to outsiders that did so or that transgressed against them that she hoped others would know enough to steer clear.

Her siblings were older now, larger; they couldn't be dragged away by strangers without extreme effort, and for this Hydra was relieved. But she was no less lenient in her surveillance; her gaze was sharp as she hiked up her leg and marked a nearby boulder.