Moonspear she twines her spine up slowly, towards the boiling sun

He came from another direction, and Hydra heard him before she saw him—she altered her course, recognizing his plod, and as she noted his kill Hydra dashed around him and slipped into a play bow, growling lowly. Then she lurched upward and went for the end of it nearest to her, seeking to gain some kind of purchase to incite a game of tug-of-war, a known favorite of hers. This time, he could employ each of his legs, and so too would she.