Moonspear Inquiries

A howl had sounded off, and Hydra moved to find the source of it. She answered in rejoinder that she had heard and was on her way, and before long she found who it had been that called. There was something... familiar about him, even from afar; when she closed the distance between them there was even something about his scent that struck her as such. But the uniqueness to his own scent allowed Hydra to know she did not know him—she never did forget a scent. 

I am Hydra Ostrega, Queen of Moonspear, she introduced lowly, her eyes openly assessing him. He was lean and lanky, though not unattractive for it—clearly, he was young. She attributed his leanness more to the circumstances of winter than his stature; Hydra imagined, idly to herself, that he might fill out. What is it you have come for? She inquired in her next breath, licking her chops as she observed him.