Firefly Glen the grand optimist

how DARE

 

Dirge wandered; Hydra prowled like an irate wildcat, searching. She had not yet come into heat, but he was out and Hydra recalled to keenly what her own father had done when he had wandered so. How could he? Why would he? Would he? 

Hydra swallowed thickly, outraged at her fear—outraged that it was not him, but a man she had always trusted more to do right by them that had caused it. She just intended to scout the Glen for a trace of him, a trace of something, but she found something far different than she expected. 

She would know him anywhere. Strange that it could have been him beside her now, stranger still that time had brought him back to her again and now. Old hurts were not forgotten, but thrown to the wind nonetheless; struck by her husbands perceived betrayal, Hydra ranged toward him, all too willing to put it out of mind just as he had gone out of sight. She would return home in short time, never to leave again likely until the season had come to an end. 

Hydra paused in her approach; she ought to go home. She looked over her shoulder, contemplative; she thought of how alone she was at present, not even her husband standing alongside her. Hydra did not think she would wade through this alone, not after everything... and yet there it was!

Her gaze panned back toward Rian. Well, she was at the very edge of Moonspear and he a little more beyond. So she lingered, watching and waiting, wondering.