Moonspear after hours

It is, she breathed, her voice not absent of her relief in this. She listened while Opalia spoke, interested in her knowledge of the language. And so as Opalia confirmed her suspicions, Hydra's tail waved. Perhaps you could teach me too, then, in her absence, she offered, pausing to investigate a snowdrift that smelled of prey. As it turned out the scent was older than anticipated, and she withdrew to continue their walk. 

Learning something new was a good distraction, she felt, to her own irritation. Beyond hunting and training through spars and runs, putting her mind to work was something the matriarch enjoyed. It would also, she figured, bring her closer to the subordinates she had not been able to—thus far—spend time with as she would have liked while they acclimated. There was no time like the present, she figured.