Moonspear small pack of wolves

Hydra observed all with her cubs, and turned her head when she heard her mirror image speak. She herself found her lips lifting in a smile as she thought back, shaking her head. I remember his face, his smell, even—but I cannot remember what he was called! She tried to think back, rifling through all those that she had ever known; he had not been a passing figure, but one of she and her sisters first 'victims'. For a moment, she let herself linger in the memory with a smile before she returned to the present, nosing her sister. 

Mutely, Hydra looked to either sister and then her cubs, a mute inquiry that they would interpret quite clearly: who should we sick them upon? with a wicked flash of her eyes. Practice made perfect, did it not? As it stood, she was able to forget about all of her worries for a time among all of her family gathered here this day. 

Changed my mind and will probably archive this puppy in 2 weeks! <3