Moonspear my throat feels raw from all this screaming

hydra's words are absorbed greedily, and she moves easily at her brother's flank, anticipation brewing. at the boy's question, her gaze flicks to him and then to the queen; she's not entirely certain of the answer herself. already, her mind works at imaging at what might come. it is her first time partaking in a hunt like this one, and uneasy desire to succeed competes with her excitement for the task.