Moonspear wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes

Hydra watched, as a God would watch Their people from above.

Mira looked back, and Mintaka saw an opportunity; Hydra did, too. A first lesson, unwittingly. Always watch your surroundings, she informed, to ears she know could not hear. Still, it was amusing to her. She wondered what Mira might think of it. Would she be bothered, or nonplussed this early on? Hydra then wondered if she ought to think differently herself, too. Was Mintaka searching for food...? 

That she did not persist when none was found caused Hydra to think she was simply exploring in general. They could not hear yet; their senses were limited to touch, taste, smell, and now sight... however blurry their vision might be. Her gaze shifted to her silver cub to be sure it was not food she needed, having little interest of depriving her cubs of what they needed to survive.