Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Dirge. It was somehow a fitting name for him. She grinned at his inquiry. Me, and two others. Amekaze and Charon—the two leaders, and my parents, Hydra informed transparently. It meant that her words among them had enough weight that he should feel relatively confident in his future place among them. Truth be told, her father might even be appreciative of the prospect of him leaving in the Summer—by then, more cubs would surely be along and her siblings would be adults as well. And better he to fill their ranks in the meantime than dead weight. 

Not that she had any intent of letting him depart. Hydra would sooner chase of Liffey than see him go. Rouge, too. 

There would be room for this man, so long as he continued to appease her ego and look good while doing it, not to mention carry his weight in general. Even if Hydra were aware of their relation, she would assume it to be distant thus making him fair game. And she would also understand where his good looks came from—the Ostrega's won the lottery in their gene pool, each one more attractive than the next. 

Come, let's get the alphas a gift, shall we? You'll look better, Hydra's tail swept behind her and with a grin, she added, not that you really need any help there. Hydra's own flirtatiousness was more direct than that of Alya's, but Hydra decided that if she were ever to get the sort of wolf she desired then they ought to be able to handle her.