Moonspear Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

Osiris arrived at Hydra's whelping den with a weasel limply hanging from his jaws. While patrolling, he had come across the creature and figured that it would be a suitable snack and plaything for his younger siblings. 

"Mira," Osiris called as he drew near, once he spotted his crouching sister in the distance. Mira was picking at a small creature, shearing the fur along the animal's delicate belly. "I see that you have no need for this," he mused, mostly to himself.

Placing himself at her side, Osiris dropped the weasel at his paws and then observed Mira's craftsmanship. "Where did you get that?" he asked.