Altar of Twilight it's strange what desire will make foolish people do

The snows had begun. Hydra strayed little from Moonspear in those times, but on the odd occasion her mind did. Her loyalties remained unquestionable as ever; for two years of her life, Hydra had lived within Moonspear. But for a great portion of her adulthood one man had occupied them more than any other. Hydra rest upon her mirror images, though roused early as she often did. This day, she moved beyond the borders. 

Time to find the object of her distraction, she supposed. That was one way to quiet her mind. And then she might simply have to endure. 

Long-legged strides took her toward the large agouti male, and she would likely be in his vantage point this time before he was in hers. Still, when she saw him among grey and white, her eyes held him, and a plume of warm air rolled in smoky tendrils from her nostrils. Hydra gazed upon his handsome visage for a moment, relief in finding him above all others quite evident. 

There had been many men within her life, and perhaps more to come. But for whatever reason, Dirge lingered; literally, figuratively—she had decided to explore her desire to see things through. The Beta moved towards him, though paused halfway; she wondered if he might be ready to bridge the gap between them. They were not starcrossed; Hydra had in her mind the two of them were far more than that.