Moonspear fresh static snow

Wrapping up! <3

With a look between them both, the deed was done, and Lyra raised her dripping muzzle from the waters before spitting the wretched thing onto a clear area on the bank. She stared down at the minuscule black speck in the dirt with perhaps a little too much intensity and hatred. Yet that was her loyalty to her sister and queen; even mere bugs would not be spared a damning fate if they sought to cause Hydra any sort of pain or discomfort.

Her gaze did not leave the creature as her twin spoke and nosed her cheek, though her tail waved and she let out a rumble of affection. She would indeed let her know; and she would ask that any who find similar parasites upon their body be sent straight to her. Hydra moved off then, and Lyra set to work inspecting the now very much dead perpetrator.