Puppy-palooza!

Hydrae is utterly fascinated with the textures and smells of the mousehole. She snuffles and sniffs, tail flicking this way in that in a raw joy that she did not feel the need to hide. However, she soon found her siblings unwilling to let her have a moment of peace. As she sniffed, there came a pounce from above, and Hydrae scraped her nose on the mousehole's little ceiling.

There came first the sting of pain, a tough rubbing sensation that left her blinking rapidly and biting back a yelp of pain. Then her nose was wet, and Hydrae did not know what to make of this pulsing warmth upon her nose, or the sting in her eyes.

What she did know was retaliation! And so the pup pulled herself out of the mouse hole, turned -- (Phobia, not a surprise)-- and snapped one-two-three times at her brother's nose, bristling, blood on her scuffed up nose. Typically , Hydrae did not care for dominance tussling. This was different. Phobia had hurt her, and she, on reflex, thusly turned to try and hurt him, as was the way of things.