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

Though there is not much of note to make the day one of significance for either of them, she would recall the encounter fondly—he slowed, and as he did Hydra peered over her shoulder. She turns a slight measure so that they form a T, and her ears flick atop her head. She needed to return home, but she supposed his own journey did not end here. 

If you can hunt, and defend, and seek a home, perhaps Moonspear will suit you, she offered; if he did go on his own way, he would find her there; Hydra did not intend to force his path to align with her own if he did not presently wish it. Strength and capability were what mattered to Hydra, now (and loyalty, too); she did not desire friends, as all but one had turned their back on her, and her aloof nature seemed to reveal as much, though her interest could perhaps contradict that—

But not really, she liked to think. 

Hydra sought something more, though what that more was, she could not explain. Only that she was headed there, and was on the path that would lead to her knowing.