Moonspear gorgeous beasts

Hydra was quiet as she considered her twins words, feeling no relief at all to hear them though she had known them before they were spoken. We will need to hunt more; fill our caches with what we can find. I do not know how much longer what is left will remain, came Hydra's advisement, thinking this the best course of action for now. It would not be wasteful; the upper reaches of Moonspear would keep food longer, the ground already touched by frost as it was.  

Her tail lashed behind her while they traveled, gaze searching the path ahead of them for any telltale signs of new danger. Nothing on the Spear, it seemed, which settled her. What do you think of all this? She asked in her next breath, though this too she thought she knew. As surely as Lyra understood and could predetermine what Hydra might even think to say or do, it was the very same for her. They need not talk to know what the other was thinking, but the twins always did enjoy talking with one another despite that when they could; vanity, perhaps, in hearing their own voices.