Moonspear ring of fire

She watched on, invested in neither side here but engaged nonetheless. All things were lessons, even in play; how to utilize ones strengths, and how to offset ones own weaknesses, to be the victor in their games. Though she imagined Dragomir might engage in such games in passing with her brood, she could not remember having ever seen such an event for herself. Interested in seeing how it all would play out, her eyes shifted to Antares as he moved in. Hydra's tail waved to hear their playfully delivered growls, which sounded anything but; her heart warmed to witness things such as this, and the progress of both cubs. 

Though Hydra had never said as much, as she watched the young Dragomir she already felt he was in league with her own blood. Hydra hoped her children would learn to take a page from him and work as hard as he did. Soon enough they would come to work alongside one another; she was eager for the day, but as it had not yet arrived Hydra was more than pleased to watch them at work this way. 

Antares himself had learned much; the way he squared himself was telling that he heard many of her lessons provided, and through his own experiences with his siblings learned more from there. He was a cunning, clever boy; but she had taught Dragomir plenty in his time here, and so had her brother, and so she could only guess at how this might end. Shifting her weight as she watched, Hydra's eyes were for them both.