Moonspear do you speak?

What haunted Desdemona, Hydra did not know; were she to, she would wish to chase the loneliness away with snapping teeth so that it would burden her subordinate no longer. True that she had family, true that she loved them—but her pack was her family by extension. Long-legged limbs brought her to the brown she-wolf, and the bright-eyed Hydra was refreshed from a vigorous run that she was not too keen to finish with just yet. 

Snow flew all around her as she rushed to Desdemona, a huffing laugh coming from her as she moved to reach for Desdemona in a fiendish nip to anything within reach (with no power at all behind it); she simply wanted to entice her subordinate to join her in this run, or perhaps a game of chase. Her blood ran hot with it as her heartbeat thud heavily in her ears; the chill of the season had no impact on the matriarch, who chased away all bothersome things with the vigor she now displayed as she surged away from Desdemona with a sweep of her plume.