Moonspear shot caller

The matriarch heard her brother before she saw him; the lax wave of his tail was met with a gentle nosing. She, too, was not one to mince words. What has been going on, Arcturus? Hydra inquired, and pressed more now: you missed the meeting pertaining to breeding season, which I have not thought to speak with you on until now, given her own dealings with it. Which begs the question: where were you, and what were you doing instead? Why did you not seek me afterward? Hydra had been hoping he would and that she need not ask any of these questions, but it seemed he wished this of her that she must do so now. Her eyes were not hard as she looked upon him, nor was her tone accusatory; she wanted to understand. She wanted his honesty. 

After a beat, she revealed: I believe, too, you misunderstood me earlier. You were too at the ready to think I would ever force you into anything, Hydra withheld a snort at that and hummed, it was an offer. You are our Beta male and it would be your right first to breed before any other male should you have wanted to do so with her as a mate—your rank permits that, she said with a sigh. Hydra had no idea he would want anyone different, as he had never revealed any indication of that to her. The suggestion of such was simply to get his mind going to his own future; did it involve such things as a mate, as children of his own?