Fox's Glade i wanna fall through the stars

The noise he emits causes her to stand at attention, lowered head lifting as she looks on with interest. He would not be calling for her if it was not her he sought, she boldly believes, and so she snorts loudly and shifts her weight to confirm her presence. She does not stand still for much longer. He has not made discreet his own attention upon her, and Hydra felt some relief for that. Not hiding, or ignoring. Perhaps seeking, though. And she had no time to waste to figure this out for certain. Hydra seeks to bridge the gap between them, long-legged strides carrying her toward her pale counterpart.