Moonspear the devil at your door

Cameo!

 

Sequestered in the whelping den, the matriarch was nonethewiser to the threat well beyond her whelping den, deep and hidden in the recesses of Moonspears upper reaches. It was nonmarked, and any indication of children here was expertly removed by their three caretakers. Hydra looked over the sleeping bodies of her four cubs, but the peace was broken as a battlecry shattered the silence. She was careful as she rose to all fours, aware now of the nefarious presence beyond but within their home all the same. 

Hydra had just put the children down for their nap, exhausting them with her own fight arena creation. In the ring that was made of her body and the earthy wall of the whelping den, she let them interact and encouraged them to do so with one another. She was silent as she reviewed their interaction, and all too game to learn more about them. She would test them by introducing little obstacles; sticks, a broken antler tine that was dulled and without a sharp edge thanks to her fangs, insects... 

It must have exhausted them mentally after hours of it. So she let them eat, and then sleep, once they began to indicate they had grown bored and there was nothing left, for now, to introduce. 

In any case, here and now Hydra slipped out of the threshold that separated her whelping den from the rest of the world, eyes adjusting to the light. Her eyes sought @Alya and @Lyra who she suspected and hoped to be near (they often were), and she hunkered down just in front of the denmouth with a maleficent look upon her own features. It would take no supernatural strength for her to destroy what was unwelcome here, and her own cry rose lowly to rally Moonspear with Dirge from beyond in this call to arms to protect their own and be rid of this feline scum. Another call, lower, was offered to @Kukutux should she not feel safe by her lonesome and wish to be closer to more teeth toward the cause of protecting their young. As her call quieted, she felt the fierce, angry wardrum cadence of her heart as her nostrils flared to drink in the scents around her. 

It was not near the densite at least. Even still, to come here at all was a fatal miscalculation on the creatures part.