Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

Hydra huffed at the inquiry. I thought you knew, she admitted; in all of her own years, had no one else shared that with her? As the other dipped into a playbow, Hydra matched her, slapping her forelegs against the earth. The bark was earsplitting indeed, and Hydra's ears flattened a beat before rebounding upward. Setting her defenses, Hydra was quick to make a playful, albeit halfhearted, bid for her friends foreleg before withdrawing promptly with a wolfish grin. Her tail swayed in happy arcs behind her, all too prepared to do this for the remainder of the day. They both deserved this moment of peace and tranquility before she did need to return home, and she would embrace it. 

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