Moonspear it's an assignment to home.

The rain had continued to fall. 

Hydra watched from her throne above; watched the prey drift from the lowlands to her own higher ground. It pleased her greatly to see it... Moonspear would prevail through this calamity, too. With the death of @Charon and @Amekaze it seemed as though two great, devastating events needed to transpire after... it seemed a natural thing, this, even despite the niggling feeling inside that this was an event that meant their climate had yet again shifted. What more was there to do but to conquer this trial, too? 

The earth was slick; Hydra trained with @Lyra upon it then, though both had fought in such an element before... on this terrain, too. Muddy earth that seemed like quicksand it was so treachorous, slick rock... Hydra was content to train in it to be certain she was prepared for anything. Everything. Jaw-sparring with her sister, Hydra's peripheral caught her son and Desdemona beyond the thin sheet of rain; the matriarch spun on her heel and nipped at them both fondly, a curious glint in her eye as she sniffed at them.