Moonspear You ain't even here to party

Now that they were getting to be a bit bigger, Hydra's children could explore a few inches further beyond the den each day. Mira was not directly before the entrance, but only fifteen to twenty feet off. Here she laid among rocks and soil, blue-shifting-gold gaze scanning the ground for anything of interest as she wiggled slightly through low grasses. Occasionally a bug or butterfly would catch her eye, and she might entertain a few moments flashing fangs at them, but for the most part she found little, and certainly caught nothing.