Firefly Glen meet in the middle,

attn: @Revui tho !

 

Soon. She felt it; she knew it in her belly. Soon. She had warmed, was growing warmer by the day—she would become a woman on fire again. And what had transpired last year? It would not be had. No—never again. 

Hydra stared out into the Glen, features dark and stern as she considered all that had occurred this past year. Lessons learned, and lessons given—it was time to see if the latter had been heeded, she supposed. At all other times in which Hydra had needed him, his family had needed him, he had not been there—but she had told him what she had expected. And she had given him time to ruminate. 

And now, she needed those teeth. 

Shifting her weight, she called to her wayward brother.