Moonspear gorgeous beasts

Her sisters inquiry was not without merit, but Hydra shook her head. No; it is too soon, the rocks likely still have not settled and might very well shift again. It is not safe there for now, she realized with a sigh. Looking to her sister, she realized how very happy she was that she was here with her; all the dark Ostrega needed was upon this mountain. 

So she swept toward Lyra and moved to nuzzle against her, gratitude exuded in the gesture as her tail waved. There had been no answering howl; she could only hope that none of their own were present for the disaster... and if there were, surely they would come to find out. Moving to nip her sisters shoulder, Hydra darted forward. We should see if we can track any prey nearby, Hydra suggested, ear twitching as she sniffed at the air. It had become thick with the scent of dirt and dust that rose in a browngrey plume, and she did not like the sight of it. But maybe the commotion of it all sent game scurrying toward the Spear; she could only hope some good came of what they saw before them.