Big Salmon Lake northern soul

His attitude was something Hydra decided she quite liked. There was something about him that made her quite comfortable, as if she had known him a long time—which Hydra knew she had not. Some things simply clicked. I hate idiots, she echoed then with a smirk. She knew of no geezers in Moonspear that breathed down necks—her father was quite content to let others be and do as they pleased so long as they carried their weight. And I think you're safe from the geezers of your old pack, here—I don't know of any that settled in Moonspear, at least. Moonspear was filled to the brim with young souls, her parents likely being the oldest there.

What he said made sense. It was one of those 'you'll know it when you find it' sort of sentiments he spoke on. At his inquiry, she grinned and took a step forward herself. For starters, there are no old geezers breathing down my neck, deciding anything for me. I was born and raised there, and I'm bias but I think my family is pretty great. Not to mention that it has the best views of the Valley—it feels like you're on top of the world, there, Hydra was really happy with her life. She really had nothing to complain about. Any of that appealing to you? she said with a laugh. Hydra was no real recruiter, but she wouldn't mind roping Quixote into their fold if it so happened.