Moonspear my throat feels raw from all this screaming

and where her brother is, the girl will soon follow. her own approach is noticeably slower; though no less infused with excited energy. once, twice, she slows to catch her breath, but the girl arrives to flank her brother soon enough, gaze flashing toward Hydra once in greeting. her determination, and the deep-rooted hunger, keep away the easy excitement her brother exhibits, but a strained grin curves her muzzle a moment none the less.