Firefly Glen an honest man

@Merrit ; post Mal thread! So, severely backdated

Hydra moved from forest to Glen; the Queen took her time about it, too. She had the scent of the curs whose blood she was out for, and the mind to kill them if she caught wind of them. Though it had sounded as though they had moved in a direction leaving the Wilderness, her tactical mind forewarned that this could be a ploy to lead them in the wrong direction—not by Mal, who she was not certain had the mind for such a thing, but by Blackhead—and she was not a woman who would give them the chance to surprise her. 

The Queen did not go alone. With her, now, was the Easthollow wolf who was no stranger to her. It occured to her, while her nose hovered over the frostkissed earth, that this was the second time he had aided her. Throughout her investigation her attention was also upon him, subtle and difficult to know if one did not know her very well; now she made it more obvious as her head lifted and her gaze turned to find him. 

Names were not so important; his scent was one she would not forget, and names changed all the time. He had managed to forget his own, after all. Have you remembered your name? She inquired in the quiet gloom, curious; her pause was momentary as she drew near a naked shrub, inspecting it for any tufts of fur left behind by the beings they sought. Hydra had one for him now, based from a story her father had told her so very long ago... but she likened what she recalled of its hero to the dark male beside her now, who had so willingly joined her on her quest, violent though it was sure to be.