Moonspear nightcrawler

Hydra grinned at his words, her tail waving slowly as he bashfully regarded her compliment. His humbleness appealed to her; he certainly was good at what he did, and that he did not crow about it somehow caused Hydra to like him all the more. Still, she wanted him to know it. To believe it. Selfishly it made her feel good, to make him feel good. 

No, he won't, she assured, you're my hero, after all—why would he rip off the head of someone who made sure his daughter got home safe? Her tail waved at that, her blue eyes seeking his own. She drew alongside him and nosed at his shoulder. And in one piece, at that, she nodded her head, grinning. Do... you wanna stay here, tonight? It's late, and it's dark, and I know you're a good scout but... she worried.