Moonspear Heat

summoned to where hydra ( and dirge ) take up perch among the moonspearians gathered, praimfaya seeks out her companions dacio and opalia and seats herself near them; because still she struggles with the weight of her failures and because she cannot help but feel like an outside here. an guest welcomed into a place of largely blood relations that hunts and dines with them but still doesn't feel like her puzzle piece fits with theirs. perhaps, in time, this feeling will ebb but for now it is as predominate as her feeling of lost identity. no one has stripped her destiny away from her and she knows that with training and patience she will once more reform roangeda, perhaps more successfully this time than the last.

for now, however, she stands attentive as hydra speaks; admiring of the warrior woman and how she lays down the law as she talks of suppressing heat and breeding. praimfaya's ears cup forth and she wonders if perhaps she should nod and act like she knows what it is hydra speaks of; too green to truly understand what exactly 'breeding' and 'heat' all mean. though within the word lies a lesson of it's own as hydra speaks of how 'heat' is tempting to wandering men.

having no questions to ask, if only because much of it went over her head and she was too young to go into heat herself praimfaya opts to stay silent; though curious to hear any questions that may be asked by wolves more knowing than she.