Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

Hydra had not been near enough to scent the beginnings of Kukutux heat, though in general had kept close enough to monitor her progress. With their temporary guest, she felt it prudent to do so given the state of things. That Arcturus was still absent was something Hydra had not thought too much of yet; it had only been a day, and somewhere within her Hydra understood she might have wounded his pride with her own actions. That paled in comparison to what she had seen as his defiance to an order she had given, and so she imagined that once he recognized that he would no longer be so irate about it all. It had been him she defended, as she saw it... though she had saved Revui from damage that could have been fatal. 

Hydra knew their family; knew their anger. Once it reached fever pitch, it could no longer be tempered. 

The call stirred her from her thoughts, and Hydra went toward it at a rapid clip. Had the state of Revui worsened, or was it something—

That scent! Her pace increased, but she did not throw herself into a sprint. She and her mate had discussed this already, and so she did not expect his arrival there in favor of him keeping to the borders. That green-eyed bastard would not be getting past them again... not without dying. Hydra arrived promptly, and she saw Jarilo there too. The space between them was a comfort, and her gaze was nothing short of appreciative as she looked to the two of them. 

Understanding dawned without them needing to say much, but Hydra did not dare hope—

Not true. That thing within her lifted its terrible head inside, and unbidden Hydra's tail began to stir in little waves behind her as her gaze shifted between the two of them. It was impossible, too, to hide the joy that came from her eyes. Her brother, Kukutux! Had they... was it official?