Moonspear mhysa

Hydra's ear cupped backward as she heard the approach of another; so engrossed was she in her efforts that she did not recognize the tread she had come to memorize, to anticpate, to adore. Her gaze softened as she beheld him, and her tail waved. Her own disposition warmed considerably, and she tilted her head to his words, bemused. 

Oh, but I am! She truly did thrill aloud, and Hydra was quick to bridge the gap between him and press her nose to his cheek. How could I not be? They are ever growing, in there, the edge of her lip curled upward and she sashayed away, swaying her hips. She looked over her shoulder, flirting, does mother-to-be look good on me, dear? Disregarding entirely his disregard for imperfection in the spot she had found, and distracting him to join her on her jaunt and her mission both.