Moonspear small boats of fire are falling from the sky

Mira was less than enthused, and Hydra's look offered no sympathy; the cub was luckier than she to have muffled hearing and not the full extent of her brothers harping. Contemplating rousing her to see the sort of hell she might raise, Hydra elected not to. Mira was a growing girl, and sleep was an essential part of the routine to get there. All the same, Hydra did so enjoy to see that fighting spirit she already sensed within her. 

Altair was at her belly now, and snuggled there; Hydra did not reward his wailing with more touch, but did let him eat. Mintaka toddled toward her face, and Hydra heartily breathed in the fresh scent of her. When offered a paw, Hydra exhaled against it, observing what Mintaka might do with the sensation.