Moonspear How long have I been on the hunt for you?

She watched as he worried away at himself, and Hydra thought then to preen her own foreleg. Let it never be said she was not presentable, even in her more exhausted of states. His words were heard and her eyes flashed as she wondered at such a thing. Perhaps Lyra might know the true answer to that, though Hydra doubted such plants existed. 

I do not think so, she drawled, the corner of her lip curling into a smile as her tongue paused in its stroke once she reached her ankle. Still—I cannot help for all boys, she dared to hope aloud, tiring of grooming herself and crawling to interject herself in her mates trajectory, which she was never truly ever out of. She lazily pushed herself to a seated position to groom him, teeth playing at a knot that was no doubt the result of a tussle of theirs. Hydra was gentle, however; her mind was elsewhere, yet present. Dirge certainly never left it.