Moonspear surging unto skies of fire

♥♥♥!

The wolf who approached caused Cypress’ heart to lurch unnaturally in his chest, but she wasn’t carrying a leaf. It was hard not to be attracted to her anyway, but he managed to stow it, breathing it in and breathing it out. Lyra-or-Hydra greeted him with a mixture of familiarity and pride, and he responded in kind, his Southern belle of a mother reflecting in the honeyed drawl of his reply: “Hey. I’m sorry, but I’m not real sure whether you’re Lyra or Hydra,” he said, slow and easy, his own ears falling back against his skull and his carriage dipping from neutral to neutral-with-a-side-order-of-submission. He kept his eyes averted from the dominant female out of respect and made an attempt to explain his presence: “Hope it’s not a bad time. I met Charon awhile back and talked to him about an alliance; he used to be good friends with my mama. I should’ve come sooner, but we had some trouble with a bear and I was laid up for a time.” He caught his tongue between his teeth.