Redhawk Caldera to autumn and i fall all over her

the scent of wolf hit her, but it was a scent all too familiar. and not just in that it was moonspear.

it was hydra.

the beta turned quickly, watching as she did the same thing. had she seen him, noticed him? ignored him? his voice caught in his throat and he suppressed a loud whine that threatened to sound. he was hesitating, maybe too long-- she didn't want to see him, did she? but ... what if she did? he wanted to know, how was she? how was moonspear? how was lyra? 

"hy-- hydra!" terance called, quiet and unsure at first but he had quickly corrected himself and called louder out to her. then he stood, paw raised as it begged to bring him closure, posture low. and though he was anxious, positive it wouldn't go well, his tail waved.