Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

She had to smile at his eloquent, gentlemanly response. You are permitted, the Princess decrees, gesturing to her side. Hydra closes her eyes as she moves deeper into the water, allowing it to warm her bones. She was sore, having experienced more than one battle of late, and sighed in content. Here, approaching now, was another battle. This sort she was far more inexperienced in. 

How have you been settling in? She inquired, her eyes still closed. Still, she listens for him, hoping to hear his approach. At present, Dirge was the wolf she believed most suitable to be her consort—though he had a ways to go before being deemed partner—and this day, she would test his own limits so far as what sort of wolf he was, or could be. For now, though, idle talk comforted her as she herself settled.