Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

Hydra nodded her head to his words. He was a free man, and she wondered if that life appealed to him. He didn't say and she wouldn't ask, as the logistics of it did not matter too much to her. As he spoke on his history briefly, she responded: Well, if you ever feel like returning to a mountain, I live on that one over there, she gestured to it, her blue eyes holding it for a moment before falling back to him. I think you'd be welcome there, but she was no recruiter and Hydra hadn't the slightest idea of how to vet a "good wolf" from a "bad wolf" (such as asking questions to really get to know another stranger when outside of her own lands). I actually ought to be heading back. But it was nice meeting you—maybe, if  you don't come to the mountain, we'll run into each other and can do this again sometime, her tail waved at the thought and after waiting a moment for his own potential goodbyes, Hydra scooped up the rabbit and pivoted on her heel with his leftovers in tow.