Moonspear a crown of red, king humming bird

He moseyed on toward her, and Hydra squinted down at his small body when he decided to rest against her chest. He was so small—Hydra tested his weight with a harmless little thrust of her muzzle against his little form, not in a manner that would poke him but in a manner that the broadside of her muzzle would press against his side. She exhaled a heavy breath thereafter, amused at her own antics as she planted a rough kiss atop his forehead.

Hydra heard the sound of her mothers approach and hoisted herself upward with only some regard to the little critters nearby. They were her siblings, and she cared for them as she cared for all of her family, but they were useless, boring little beans that were little more than amusing.

Still, she found herself looking back, her gaze lingering on the blue-eyed one that was dark of fur. Arcturus, she half-asked, and when she had her answer from her mother Hydra was on her way to confer with her sisters.