Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

He received her swiftly, and Hydra wrinkled her muzzle as he sought to cry within her. She had permitted softness in Korei Julia, once, and now the wolf was perhaps dead for all Hydra knew (or cared). She could not serve such an injustice toward Arcturus—though she stilled as she swore she caught a flash of yellow. 

Her sister's eyes. 

Hydra attempted to remove herself from him, her voice harsh: let me see, as she sought to sweep him over as she often did with a foreleg. If she succeeded in this, her critical gaze would seek to meet his own—she awaited the moment with bated breath, her tail set in its rigid line behind her.