Moonspear ausdauer ist eine kunst

BANSHEE SCREAMS AT U BOTH.

Hydra returned the call with her own. @Alya and @Lyra both kept near the children, and Hydra was certain @Dirge was nearby too; she had spoken with him of her encounter with the pale she-wolf, and perhaps he might wish to meet her himself. The Queen descended the mountain with all the grace one born of it would carry—it was not the flitting, floating sort that so many from the flatlands seemed to possess; it was strong, and certain. The well-groomed Ostrega expertly picked her way down to them, making short work of it. The dark woman was a mother, but only looked it in the ways that her training could not negate; Hydra was a hale female, and motherhood had only served to make her harder and more severe.

The woman, she had observed, was not alone. He contrasted the wolf he was alongside in almost every way but for his furs; he was a sight to behold, broad and looking as strength itself might. Hydra met them with her tail aloft, her glacial blue eyes assessing as she took in the man for the first time, eyes passing over his own battle-scars without negative judgment. In fact, she thought the better of him for it—he was a fighter, clearly, and such wolves were always rewarded the credit due. Even when her gaze turned to the nymph, her attention did not leave him; it was for them both.

I see you have brought a guest, she observed aloud, wondering the reason for it. The last time they had met, she had been alone—she had come to stay, for a time, but with another. Her gaze turned to him, so that he might speak for himself. What is your name? She inquired, and then asked, Do you serve as an escort, or will you be staying as well? Better to know how much attention he required here and now, was it not?