Moonspear 25 days

Hydra assumed that Lyra would come sooner rather than later, but she had yet to arrive; no doubt she had gone to pick some herbs in her own spare time, now. She stopped cleaning Mira's eye gunk when she felt she had done enough for it, for now, and nipped at her cheek gently in playful rebuttal toward her growl. Mira would learn that sometimes, things such as this were necessary evils in this lifetime... much like her mother herself was one.

One by one her children made it from the mouth of the whelping den, emerging from it into their new outside world. New for them, in any case. The matriarch had ensured that the territory surrounding them was safe enough for them, but also that it was not without its own obstacles for them to overcome. Nothing that could kill them, of course. 

Hydra squinted at the wetness in the corner of Mira's eye, though the scent of it was not alarming to her. Lyra had taught her enough for her to know when she ought to be more concerned, but she felt now was not that time. Altair pawed at her, and Hydra moved to hold one paw within her mouth before pushing him gently down to nose his vulnerable stomach, a growl employing his siblings to aid her in this cause of giving him attention through whatever means they saw fit.