Nocturne Summit the spine can't decide between the earth and the sky

The things which he considered, Hydra did not; it was because she did not know the turmoils of being a lone wolf, nothing more than that. She was well-fed, and hunting small critters was done more for sport than anything else these days, as lately they had been succeeding in their hunts—Summer was fruitful, which was fortunate given the new mouths to feed. Their numbers were not overwhelmingly large either; Hydra was able to eat her fill, and then some.

He picked up his pace to again fall into step with her, and her tail waved. His mute company was nice, she decided—though she did not desire any more friends outside of Moonspear, she could not find it in her to desire to quit his companionship. Once they neared Moonspear such a thing might change, but as it stood she felt at ease with his strength at her side. He was the palest shadow she had ever encountered, but she did not mind this at all.