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

By the time nightfall hit the peaks again, the snow of the previous day had mostly melted. It still clung to the bark of trees, tucked itself away in the crevices of stone, but hid among the leaf litter. Dirge had been thankful for the warmth; things felt a lot better now that he didn't have a frosty wind nipping at his nose after all. Then there was the locale he was in too... this pack. He may have felt like he was wearing a scarlet letter to stand out but it may have been far from the truth.

Especially when the familiar tones of Hydra was calling out for him. He had spied her through dappled sunlight from between bare branches, but she had not quite found him. His golden gaze settled on her for lengthy seconds, watching as she listened and let her gaze roam around. It wasn't so much as he was blending in as he was hidden, letting the forest swallow him whole. He did not remain still for long though, rising from his reclined position just when he thought her to be giving up.

"Not much of a wood nymph are you, Princess," he commented, drawing up a knavish smile once more. "Why you even looked right at me for the longest time." It was a lie, unless her vision was so sharp she had seen him when he had thought her someone else at a distance. But the teasing seemed necessary, and his curiosity of how she would respond carried intrigue.