Moonspear these are the lessons in love

Vega liked it when Lyra babysat -- it was like being with her mom, only not. There were subtle differences between Lyra and Hydra, and the young girl loved to study them. She and her siblings were alike in some ways, too, but not quite as much as her aunt and mother -- and it fascinated her.

When Hydra returned home, Vega watched with the same rapturous interest as the two older females clashed with their teeth for a moment -- not in an unfriendly way, but with an intensity that stirred Vega's own instincts. Her hackles prickled with excitement as she watched the brief exchange, and then, as Lyra departed, her attention shifted obediently to her mother and the prizes she had brought.

The girl approached, her nose working as she sniffed at the carcasses of the fox and coyote. One was large and more greyish in color, while the other was smaller with red-hued fur. They both smelled of death, but there were distinctions between their personal odors. In addition, she also noted an extra fragrance of blood coming from Hydra's foreleg, though when she looked, she saw that it was just a small cut. Vega was nothing if not observant. She licked her lips then glanced up at Hydra, awaiting instructions.