Moonspear Somewhere out there

Hydra heard the sound of anothers approach and looked behind her to note the appearance of the newly accepted physique of Kavos come into view. Before she turned to meet him, Hydra moved to push her muzzle into the earth, the rest of her body slowly falling suit as she rolled around on her back, dirt and rocks and grass smearing an earthy concotion upon her as her own particular fragrance poured onto the borders. When she rose Hydra shook out her furs and trotted toward Kavos, her eyes locking upon the thing swinging between his jowls. Hydra slid into a partial dip, a half-assed but no less genuine play-bow, before she moved to close the distance between them to catch hold of the thing he held with a fiendish growl. Her own gait was bouncy and wild, her playful intent obvious.