Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

Between the quiet trickling of water and the movements made, it was no wonder the duo were at such peace. A growl came forth from him as she neared his neck, and she lingered another moment longer at a spot she worried over. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and she was too; the ritual had a calming effect upon her. And once he seemed to stretch out, Hydra moved onward. The invitation meant implicit trust, Hydra realized. 

For the short time they had known one another, they reached a significant milestone—this was what was on her mind as Hydra moved, slow and meticulous and careful near the area every wolf protected without question. She was all the more sweet for it, and her tail swayed behind her as she nibbled and coaxed out unruly tufts of fur with her fangs, exhibiting a surprising amount of patience as she worked. The waters assisted, loosening what might have been an issue otherwise.