Moonspear there's a freedom that everyone deserves

In a flash, he was gone; her teeth were sheathed and her ears pricked as she heard the sound of him against the earth. She darted forward and cheekily observed him from where she stood. He was standing at least; she had outright fallen when against her parents. Then again, she had been much younger than him—and against two. Think like a mountain goat, she teased coolly, tail waving as she stared at him from above. He suffered no hurts from their spar, and so she knew only his pride would need to recover if she had wounded that. There was a clear gleam of fondness in her blue eyes that observed him. 

It might take him some time to find his way up, but he would surely find the same gaps and fissures she did to find a foothold on. Time she did not have to waste watching. With a low chuff, Hydra turned on her heel to leave him be—though her ears backturned in case he called for her to wait. For him, she would—although their parents had not. They had snickered as they went to embark on whatever it was they intended to do next.