Bramblepoint 'Cause I'd say I was wrong just to make it fill all the spaces

Two women's heats had ended; Hydra felt relief for this. The rest had not had the opportunity to start yet; Hydra harried them and kept each in line, all but for Alya who she would permit when the time came once asked. Hydra knew she would be and that it was only a matter of time before the day came. The thought excited her, but for a brief time Hydra felt a pull again toward Bramblepoint. She had investigated all but one part of its perimeter, and though it seemed as though none were settling there now at least she wanted to be certain. Threats to her own present and future children and family both caused her to gravitate toward the place. The matriarch did not intend to be very long in any case, and would return by daybreak. 

The snows had never bothered her, even when they fell as they did now. They cast a veil of muffled silence and brought a certain feeling of peace with them, which Hydra embraced. The past few days had not been so; she felt no guilt for doing what she must, but it was a task that was joyless in its delivery. So for a short time she wandered, and knew it would likely be the last time this season that she would be able to. Her own heat would come, and then children to rear and raise and stay alongside for many days. The matriarch did not mind it; Moonspear was her pride, her joy, and she preferred to be there than anywhere else. 

Alya's words rung in her ears, too. Hydra had long forgotten how to make friends; she did not know if such a thing was even possible any longer. How to even try? A truly difficult task when she simply yearned to chase all within the Wilderness far away for her families sake. Arriving then to Bramblepoint, Hydra sniffed at the perimeter and found more or less nothing of note. No concentration of scents staking a claim... perhaps deeper, then. And so the matriarch moved inward, a dusting of snow cast over her shoulders from her brief pause that fell away as she went. 

Though her posture was neutral, her proud bearing was one that was impossible to remove as she moved along; her blue eyes searched for any sign of life, food or otherwise. One she could bring home with her, and the other she hoped could provide her with more clarity should they reside here. An ear twitched as she thought she heard something, and again the matriarch paused, ear swiveling in the direction the winterwhite wolf was coming from. Pausing to look in that direction for more information, Hydra licked her chops and sought more with the remainder of her senses, sniffing at the wind in hopes that it would give her more clues. 

takiyok is a favorite of mine and i couldn't resist and so was thrilLLLED to see this open upon my return from vacation ehhaehaheahe