Moonspear fresh static snow

Hydra saw Lyra and her pace quickened; all was not well, and Hydra did not know what it was exactly that was amiss. Lyra surely would, she believed wholeheartedly; she greeted her with a low whine, pawing at her and nosing her twin in turn. Two perfect mirror images, mirroring one another then; her heartbeat slowed as she felt comfort and safety here. It was here, it was with Alya, that she felt this way always; even when they roughhoused, tested one another, they were one. 

Look here, Hydra requested, withdrawing to nose at the place the thing had been seen. It protruded, was jutting; it caused her no pain but did not look normal. Small and easy to be missed by an eye not so sharp as their own, but the cerberus were an observant trio who missed very little. What is it? She murmured, unable to keep her voice flat; worry was present there, and her gaze turned back to Lyra to look for signs of distress.