Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

Hydra padded toward the springs with her eyes closed. She knew these mountains and was certain she could travel them blind if she pleased. But this place she knew especially, and she was not at all surprised when the warmth of the springs spread to the spaces between her toes. One ear flicked backward as she heard the dull click of nails against stone, discovering she had company just the same as Dirge had. Her eyes opened to thin slits; she had not yet memorized the sound of his step, and knew that there was more than one newcomer in her midst. But soon enough, Dirge emerged, and Hydra watched him circle the perimeter mutely. 

The Beta moved onward, taking another step into the waters and dipping her muzzle in to cast some water upon her shoulder. She watched as the frigid temperatures made quick work of it, causing a frosted sort of look to occur the place where she had left the water. It was an interesting phenomenon to Hydra, who had limited experience with winter thus far in her first year, but her priority was getting into the springs. She glanced at Dirge and queried, will you be joining me?