Nocturne Summit she moved like the moon

All was as well.

Though she looked for him everywhere she went, the bastard that killed her sister was dead. Moonspear and its wolves were well fed and thriving; the cubs grew by the day, and their ample bounty was evidenced in Revui's bulk and her siblings boldness. They had little to fear, protected and without knowing what true hunger meant. Winter would come, and they were prepared.

As she often did, Hydra stalked her mother mutely. Nearing her second year, she was not so obvious as she had been in her youth; she knew, at the very least, how to avoid her mother from being certain that this was occuring. It had been a while since she had done so, though, as focused on her brothers and sisters and borders as she had been—so perhaps her mother would be none the wiser.

A pale blip in the distance caught her attention. No longer was her mother her primary focus, but this being. There was a vague familiarity, and as the distance closed Hydra recognized him from the scar she had given to him. Once it had given her satisfaction; now, it caused a frown to form on her lips. He had attacked Rannoch, a friend of hers, without reason—and none could touch those she cared for without consequence. But she had misjudged Rannoch; as it turned out, he had never been a friend to her except for when it suited him. The only satisfaction she could feel now in looking upon the aged wound she had inflicted was to know Rannoch wore the very same mark.

And her attack had proved its point; Vaati had not come to harm any more of those she cared for.

Her mother approached him, and her interest piqued. She was quick to give in to her desire to join them; her proud stride brought her alongside her mother before long, and her gaze was sharp. Without a word he had left the wilds, without a word to even Alya, his then-paramour—but here he was, awfully close to where he knew they would be.

Vaati, she greeted, her tone betraying nothing. Hydra could not deny there was some part of her that was pleased to see him, and he looked well. He was interesting, and things had fallen into a smooth, idle lull; though she had matured a great amount, Hydra enjoyed lifes small dramas.