Moonspear nightcrawler

He promised, and Hydra beamed. And as he spoke of her being a good wolf, she quipped, I'm okay, and then, but I think you're a real good wolf, too, and she shifted nearer to him. She sensed it was time to sleep, tired herself, but Hydra—not one who thought of personal space—moved to mosey right alongside him and (attempt to) rest her head atop his shoulders, as she would with her sisters. Should she land the prized spot, she would come to realize how very different these shoulders were to the narrow ones of her twins... strong and broad with ample head-space to utilize, warm and incredibly comfortable—a place she could get used to.