Moonspear wild, wild thoughts

Although she did not begrudge the borders the attention Hydra foisted upon them, Alya was far too wound-up to simply talk about where she'd been. Feeling a bit frisky, she leaned into Hydra's side and rubbed insistently against her, demanding a bit more attention that a simple where. The dark pelage at the base of her neck was pushed into Hydra's nose, where she'd certainly be able to detect the scent of Nikai that hung heavily from her person.

"Guess," she whined, more insistently this time, though still as quietly as possible.