Firefly Glen the grand optimist

This day, he went; Hydra did not stay to see him go. As Dirge moved, so too did his mate. With Rian Hydra did not want further conflict, but more than that she respected her husband too much to think to linger longer than she had. It was time to go; she had made herself clear. He had made himself clear enough too, though whether or not she could trust it she did not know. Her faith in the mocha man was all but nonexistent, and she had no desire to hold onto hope any longer. 

Hydra moved to nip at her mates hock before charging ahead fiendishly; despite the solemnity to all that had transpired, it was a stark reminder of the chapter she did live in. He smelled of nothing suspicious and so her temper was quick to fade to black as she moved back to where home and heart both could always be found.