Moonspear BWP3—Dragonstone

Even before hearing Hydra's warning, Vega had no plans to leave the safety of her mother's side. She had noticed even the slight tremors weeks ago, and while there had been no major destruction to the mountainside, the feeling of the earth shaking beneath her paws was unnerving. Of her own volition, she had been sticking close by, foregoing the exploration of the rendezvous site that so beckoned her.

Despite the fear that quelled within her, though, Vega put on a brave face. Hydra spoke of death, deformity, starvation -- and while she schooled her face into a careful mask of solemnity, a shiver raced unbidden down Vega's spine. She wanted to curl up beneath her mother's belly, press against her solid warmth and soft fur, but instead, she simply nodded. She did sidle a little closer to Hydra than usual, but other than that, she tried not to let on to her inner anxieties. "Yes, Mother," she replied dutifully, her gaze darting to the untrustworthy wilderness beyond the protection of Moonspear.