Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

When she had dropped Dirge off to his warm and comfortable spot for his first night upon Moonspear, Hydra went first to her mother and father (@Charon and @Amekaze) to share with them of her new recruit, and next, to her sisters. They need not even ask her a thing about what had transpired for her to share it all with them. I think he may be the one. Do you remember talking about that, @Alya? When things just click and it's just right? Alya and @Lyra gushed over this, and a very triumphant Hydra sat, flattered, as they fawned over her and the details she shared. It's too soon to tell, though! She urgently added, looking away coyly. 'Is he handsome?' Terribly, Hydra mourned—a man who looked as he did, surely she would not be the only with eyes on him... 'Well, you are beautiful, Hy, so-' and simultaneously, the triplets said, it's perfect... Hydra stepped into their circle and rest her head on Alya's withers as Lyra wrapped around her. She fell asleep with a smile.

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The following night, Hydra strayed away from the borders and upward to where she had brought Dirge. She was certain by now that he would have found Charon and Amekaze, though also wanted to give him time to acclimate. She kept herself busy with her duties, marking and scent-rolling on the borders to solidify their claim. Her tail twitched behind her as she looked to the skies. With the sun now beginning to fall, she determined she had waited long enough—and this was why she moved through the forested area of Moonspear, ascending to the location she had left him.

He would be hard to spot in the leaves, were he here. The wind could not sweep these fallen ones away, as it was sheltered so perfectly by the walls of the mountain. It was warmed by the light of day, and even snow had a difficult time penetrating this part of Moonspear. Undoubtedly, it was the best spot for a travelworn wanderer who wanted to feel secure and warm both. The leaves would soon disintegrate into the earth, but as it stood they still loitered the floor around her. She moved toward the tree she had shown him, the one with a root that jut upward and made for a perfect hidey-hole if he did not feel like sleeping in the open that night. Dirge? She called, wondering if he was here at all or if he might be exploring more of Moonspear now. She figured more than just one night of rest was needed to recuperate, but Hydra became aware now that he might not be here.