Moonspear attack of the dashing young and bold

The sound of her sons voice would likely always warm her heart. It was not without nostalgia that she remembered when the sound of his howl was not so deep and full, but filled with evidence of his very young age. Now he sounded much like a man, though that pleased her greatly in of itself. He had come so very far! Despite the famine, he and his siblings displayed resilience and the ability to survive in the face of adversity. As all Ostrega's ever seemed to. It made her proud.

She had been close enough to him to not take much time, though called in turn; in time, his mother could see him. He had filled out this Winter once the food had returned. Even from afar he looked large, though she knew he was still growing some. Hydra's tail waved as she approached him, chuffing and moving to close the gap between them. Hydra sensed his excitement though waited for him to fill her in.