Moonspear black holes in my favorite sweaters

pride, elation; they swell inside as her own tail echoes Hydra's. a moment of confusion when Hydra moves to grab the creature; play had been a rare thing as a pup. but understanding dawns, and as she moves to shake roughly the creature, she hangs tightly on. low grown, playful and short, slips from her as she wrenches backward, once, twice, tail lashing all the while. taking cue from hydra, she tries a rough wrenching of her own muzzle; something gives, pops.