Moonspear steal away, alright

It was quiet, and easy too with him at her side right where she fancied having him. Relative to all the other million matters to think about (her pups, patrols, winter, neighbors--just to start), and then be concerned with, she stole the precious pieces of relaxation from between the lines of all the rest. She knew she may as well while she had the chance. Soon, they'd inevitably be back to their rounds, or wrangling the younger whelps, or tending to something somewhere.

As soon as she realized it, she drew a slow, thoughtful breath and straightened herself up to behold the oncoming Hydra in full. Keenly, she turned her ears forward to give the yearling her attention.