Moonspear why is my spirit so silver and pale

The mewling of another child drew Alya's attention, briefly. Hydra merely looked at it, but Alya was quick to steal that pup away as well. They wouldn't stave if she cuddled them for a few minutes, and she knew well enough by now how carefully they ought to be handled.

"Tiny tiny," she crooned, and then shot Hydra a somewhat embarrassed look. It was so difficult not to dote on them when they looked like this! Vaguely, she remembered finding a coyote pup and being just as enchanted... at least until she'd killed and eaten it.

"You will, one day," Alya reassured, stretching her neck to boop Hydra's nose with her own. "Look, I can sit in for a while. They won't die of starvation if you take an hour off. Why don't you stretch your legs?"