Moonspear Never Ever

They had found some semblance of an almost-normalcy here, and she had remained steadfast in her guard and watch as it started to fall into a routine. Hydra's season had faded (likely to be seen through), Zafina's illicit whelps dealt with, and Charon remained notably absent. Accordingly enough, her bitterness towards him and his acts of disrespect aimed at her only became a festering wound, one insulted by his continued leave that was far too suspicious for even her. She didn't trust any of it.

But, cavorting with her sons and daughters over their slopes and game trails had quelled her aches enough to not have them burden her on the daily, not any worse than they needed to, anyway, so it was these moments she built herself upon. If anything, not having Charon there made it easier on her morale; she didn't want the constant reminder of what he desired from her, not when she was perfectly content without--now more than she had ever been after their argument, feeling fit, just absent that whole seasonal affair. And, in Hydra's potential litter, she had her (almost) assurances that her blood could remain even without the cost to her so directly.

So where she might have patrolled their darkening forests with him near, as she had comfortably done for some time over and over again, it was her daughter who flanked her now as their winds carried his howl. She said nothing as she veered a route towards him, and the inner sanctums of the Spear.. knowing what may await them.

When she spied him, her tail rose to a sharp arc and her nose flared after his scents--wanting an explanation therein. Have fun? she asked as she stepped closer, no greeting or warmth towards him to be had as it took more effort than that to still the snarl she held back.