Moonspear champagne

attn: @Dirge

 

With the hormones running rampant in the air, Hydra had gone from standoffish to receptive. Should she come across any female who was not her sisters, they would be met with one or two responses: exceptional affection or outright aggression. Hydra knew to actively avoid her mother in these days. Though her ambition was ever-growing, she had no desire to push boundaries this year—there was nothing for it. That being said, her interest seemed to rest primarily in those of the opposite sex. 

At present, Hydra rolled around on the earth, letting out a low groan as she satisfied one particular itch she had endured that had been out of reach of her teeth. And then she lay there on her side, huffing in discontent, before she rose to all fours, shook out her furs, and broke into a run.