Moonspear Heat

It was here that he discovered just how little he cared for the political. Though unsurprising that Hydra would gather them all up to pass down a decree of her own—given the year before, such did not surprise him. A repeat of that and such turmoil would do them more harm than it did good, and as it were it was not the sort of thing that he cared to expose their children to.

But in spite of boredom seeping into his thoughts, such a gather was a fair chance for him to set proper eyes on those that had come to their fold late. Some he knew of through Hydra's ties to them, and then there were some who were entirely foreign to them both in a manner of speaking. It was she who had worked to foster the beginning of their integration to Moonspear; Dirge had busied himself otherwise. Moonspear had no end to what they could do, namely in the hunting department. Even the goats were beginning to look like tasty morsels if only they'd come down from on high...

He caught Hydra's gaze turning towards him and met it curiously.

Right. Keep the boys in line. He understood, and his gaze followed hers out over the crowd. He didn't anticipate this being a difficult sort of thing; Jarilo had never raised concern with him and he wouldn't have faulted Nikai for Alya. Arcturus was, well, Arcturus. The bulk of men beneath him were too young; Dragomir and his sons, and he would wager Merrit and Dacio not quite of age either—the latter two were still streaked with their youth.

Which left... the one fellow.

Dirge found Liir easily, and let his gaze linger.