Moonspear pls accept my fool

A home. Was he, then? Her eyes assessed him further, searching for any sign of weakness upon his person. He was young. Difficult to say how young, but she imagined him to be at least a year. In raising her brothers and sisters, her estimation was not too far off the mark—he was there, if not only just. She considered him, hearing what he offered, and asked with ample interest: what experience have you in fighting? with a tilt of her head. By his age, she herself had killed—she had become a master warrior, too.

So it was not difficult for her to take him at his word. Her interest in him was true. And while it was good to know he could hunt, he likely knew as well as she that the pickings were slim. Hydra again felt fortunate that they had stored their caches as they had—but she did not revel in the thought of dipping into many prior to winters arrival.