Wild Berry Meadow she the full moon, he the werewolf

@Wintersbane

 

@Alya rested in the backdrop as @Lyra investigated the shrubbery, Hydra at her side. They had been here for some time, and already Lyra had collected many a beneficial berry to return with her. How they were to do that was yet to be discovered, but Hydra would assist if she were asked to. Lyra had inquired that they stay for a day or two, and now, Hydra observed her sister who in turn observed some woodland critter. Lyra had set out many berries, and she watched which the critter took, and which was left behind. "Must be poisonous," her sister wisely deduced. Hydra hmm'd at that thought, and the tactician mind within spoke, and Hydra thought it a clever idea. 

Gather many of them, we will see, she decided. 

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Hours passed, and now, the moon beamed overhead. Hydra smelled of the stuff, and Lyra, too; Hydra had convinced Alya to roll in it as well. Were it toxic, would it not dissuade animals to think twice about attacking? Hydra moved toward a creek as Lyra and Alya spoke amongst themselves, her head turning toward the Woods. The other day, with Sebastian, when they had passed she thought she had scented a familiar scent... as they moved around it, Hydra had been fairly certain of it. The Master Warrior had a knack for knowing a scent, but she wanted to have no doubt of it. 

At length, Hydra shook out her furs. The sweet scent of berry clung to her still, and no doubt its contents did as well. That was fine, given their adversaries apparent knowledge on the stuff. If she was not met with who she desired to see, then she might be actively avoided. That would be for the best, she supposed. Hydra approached the woods, though still kept her distance. From here she could see the skulls that were placed pointedly there. Not many, she did not think. No, she and her sisters had gathered more at their keep... they were not for show and tell, but for themselves. It kept their teeth sharp. 

Drogon would remember. Her gaze stared through the shadows of the darkwood, as though she expected their penetrating gaze and her presence to summon him.