Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

The puff of air caused her ear to flick instinctively, though she loosed a low, approving chuff. She quite enjoyed his attentions to the sensitive area there, though it was not something she was fully conscious of. His inquiry brought a thoughtful look to her countenance, and she turned to look at him. I have no plans, she hummed, and leaned more into him, but to stay here with you for a while. Hydra grinned, nosing him. Tell me, Dirge, she asked, interested, have you ever had any scores to settle...? Hydra wanted to know more of him, of his methods. He seemed a willing participant in pack matters; everything she saw on the outside, she approved of. 

He was a strong, decent man. He did not judge her for her way of dealing with things (of course he wouldn't, they were the right way, after all, she thought) and he remained, here and now, beside her. Hydra wondered if he had anyone he would like to see at the wrong end of a gun, and if he were the wielder of said gun, would he pull the trigger with no second-thoughts, as she would?