Moonspear who's they, anyway?

It was not so easy for them to capture one another—for though they typically did know what was to come, this game, when played among themselves, was to test their skill set and to seek alternative action that opposed their typical habits. But at this moment, for Lyra, there was nothing else for her to do but to attempt to beat a hasty retreat. This she could not do quick enough, and the loud sounds of their brief scuffle broke the quiet of the hour. Snaps, yelps, snarls, yaps—but all of it was in good fun. Hydra would never hurt her sisters, as they would never hurt her, but their investment in the game was real, and they detested to be caught. 

Hydra fled, now, breaking away from Lyra. She slid beside Alya as Lyra waited her designated amount of time, nipping her cheek, before breaking away. Vengeful, Lyra sought her, first—but Hydra had no designs to be caught just yet. She and Alya egged her on, though Alya mentioned something to get under her skin—for the moment, Alya was the object of her sisters attention... 

The Ostrega trotted in a different direction than the two of them, tongue lolling and tail swaying. The familiar features of her mother came into view, and the switch in Hydra's body language caused her sisters to rally to her side. Her mother did not fear this game, and was no stranger to it either—Hydra invited her to join them with a low boof, and the eager shift of her weight revealed her enthusiasm.