Moonspear gorgeous beasts

Sounds good!

With a practiced intuition, Hydra turned to greet her before Lyra had even made a sound. Though before she could speak, a tremor — longer than the last few — interrupted, and both turned to look northwards where the bird now had its gazed fixed. A distant but tumultuous sound followed, as if the quakes had just brought down an entire mountain range. Hydra's nip to her shoulder was responded to in kind with a playful snap of teeth before she spun on her heel to follow after her mirror image.

Her questions were met with a shake of Lyra's head; she had no answers for her sister. Their mother had often told them the ground was prone to movement and, living on a mountain, they should be wary of quakes, but they had never been this bad. She knew Jarilo had an interest in the environment and its ecosystems; perhaps he would have an idea (unbeknownst to them, however, their brother was at the very site of the commotion).

"Not that I can remember, at least not as bad as this," she answered quietly as they jogged along the mountainside. If the herds were moving away to escape the tremors, however, they would need a plan for the coming winter.