Moonspear northern lights

Their crocodilian brother was first among them, and as he circled Hydra halfheartedly nipped at his hindquarter, a move he could easily evade if he wanted to, even given his stature. It was lazily delivered at best, and paid no mind to at worst. And then their elegant mother was before them, and Hydra's tail waved behind her as she shifted to greet her, nipping eagerly and adoringly at her jawline. 

But she got straight to it, and her tail stilled. I fear Alya may be hurt. Lyra and I intend to find her, she expressed to her mother. Between the two of us, it should not take long. We will know when someone has seen her, after all, their likeness had no differences at all. And we know where she had been heading. She waited for advice, parting words for the journey, a command: if someone has hurt her, ensure it will never be done again... it was her mantra, and yet, if that had been the case, Alya likely would have already ensured such a thing.