Moonspear gorgeous beasts

gonna backdate this to 9/16/19 when the Silverlight Terrace landslide happened for funsies!

 

Hydra sensed her mirrror image near, as she oft did; she moved to meet her, bounding neatly down—a sudden tremor caused her nearly to misstep, but her recovery was swift. Hydra was alert again, looking back over her shoulder; the birds head was pointed toward where the commotion came from, and looking toward her sister Hydra nipped her shoulder so that they might see what had just transpired. It had been close enough to Moonspear to hear, but not to do any damage here still; she moved into a long-legged sprint, nipping at her sisters shoulder to move with her. 

While they ran, Hydra huffed: what is happening to the earth? The prey know there is danger; have mother and father ever told us stories of things such as this...? Amekaze had always lain out her experiences to her daughters, and Hydra's mind ran as quickly as her legs did through her memories, looking for any standout details where prey had gone missing and the world itself could not stand to be still for very long between bouts of destruction. Winter was coming—prey would be difficult enough to find and take down! Still, while they lingered, they would hunt. Hydra sensed that in these times, they ought to do as much as they could by way of food.