Moonspear for sale. rock. never peed on.

Hydra was pleased to see him act as he did against his would-be-adversary. His spirit was fierce, and Hydra snapped fiendishly at the 'underbelly' of the rock, as it so happened to be, for good measure and sending it skittering. Her gaze shifted toward her son who now faced her, and recognizing his expression the mother adopted a look meant to inspire more thinking on his part. But he was just a boy, and had yet to recognize such things.

As he reaches for her, Hydra is swift to lift her foreleg, extending it only slightly to apply a small measure of her weight to attempt to pull him roughly enough in an effort to unbalance him, though not to do him any real harm. It took a great deal of restraint on her end not to teach him properly and pinch him cruelly with her own teeth, but motherhood had brought with it a newfound awareness that there would be no retention earned from this recourse, young as he was. Still, she was impatient with her own brood—she wanted more. Hydra would have it.

Sweeping to his left and circling him, the queen picked up a stray stick and waved it tauntingly before him with a playful growl.