Altar of Twilight and our time is flyin'

Is it cool to date this before the Zafina thread?!

 

Her own heat had ended, and Hydra had little doubt in the outcome of she and her mates union except for the ones her inexperience lent her. When would she know? How would she know? As it stood, it was far too soon to tell. The tension sensed went largely ignored by Hydra; her father was still not home, and despite all of their families misgivings Hydra was content to know that all things would be dealt with, whatever the result of it. She would not let these things effect the future of her own progeny, and so was settled with the idea of letting sleeping dogs lie until they woke. 

One fine day, she stalked Jarilo; she sensed his own unease, and felt for him. Thinking they were long overdue for their own quality time, Hydra followed after him, stalking mutely to see if she could uncover where it was he desired to go. Too impatient to follow him to the end of it, Hydra navigated her way beside him with a low whuff to announce her presence, tail swaying amicably behind her. Her sojourn away would be very brief, but she worried for her brothers—each of them.