Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

As he came alongside her, Hydra let her thoughts wander far ahead of where they stood as to what they might look like together. He a strong, strapping male and she a beautiful, femme fatale—oh, unquestionably they would look brilliant. But her mind came back to the present, where his frame needed to fill out some prior to her fantasy image taking true shape. She was a teenager with an appreciation for the finer things, and he had become one of them. 

Oh, are you? Good; we aren't a fan of beggars or grovellers, she hummed, but we certainly appreciate wolves that can hunt well, that much was obvious—any wolf pack should—and with Winter coming, that was pretty much an essential thing to join them. And sure, many could come to their borders and say it, but showing it? He would be the one who stood out among all others, she envisioned. But his knavish smile was not missed—Hydra would eventually come to ask him if he might like to practice grovelling on her, just so she could confirm or perhaps change her perspective on the matter. Something about that expression caused her stomach to twist in an interesting manner she had yet to experience, but wanted to feel again. 

As for offerings? Of course I do, she said confidently. And it was true! But I think I'd like to see for myself what you can do, Hydra added. She was ever the woman who would take the leadership reins when given to her, but she did want to see him in action. To confirm her suspicions that he might be the very sort of man that could run with her, someday, rather than beneath. One little hunt, the beginnings of something wonderful. Her motivations were entirely selfish, but she also knew in the longrun that they would serve Dirge plenty well.