Moonspear ride like a maniac into the light

Hydra rumbled warmly as her daughter returned her gesture, and as she headed toward the shallow waterbed (which was assuredly safe for miles and miles) she leaned into her agouti daughter. She missed her elder children, and she missed pack life; patrolling, hunting together, and all the rest. For now the pack would hunt for her until her children were old enough to be left with any other adult. Given their dependency on her milk, she knew she needed to remain for a while yet. Soon enough her sisters might produce milk too, but even then they would not produce as much as she could. It would afford her a little more freedom, though, and she willed it to happen sooner rather than later.

Her daughters inquiry caused her eyes to shift toward her tawny daughter, stopping just where the stream began its quiet rambling. Small, and always hungry. As helpless as you were at their age, she remembered, and it was easy to think on her eldest children fondly now that they had grown and were not such a way. She resented her own lack of freedom in these days, but reminded herself they would pass; for her own part, there was no indication of that in her voice. She continued, one paw placed into the stream to feel for the waters temperature as she continued, They will be that way for some time longer, but soon enough you will be able to meet them; there eyes have just opened, she informed. Hydra began to lap at the waters then, slaking her thirst. Lifting her head when her daughter asking her next question, she looked to her daughter, water dripping from her chin. I am well, and, after a beat, hummed, Though I have missed pack life. It had only been a week or so, and there would be more time before she could reimmerse herself within the fold. She missed all within Moonspear, and was glad for her daughters visit. 

How are you? She asked next, not out of politeness but because she was genuinely curious. Hydra remembered when her own mother had first had her siblings; she had been uncertain about them, to start, and wondered if any of her own cubs might feel that way themselves. Vega gave no signs toward that, though in that regard Hydra knew she could very much so be her daughter there.