Moonspear oh you get into my head, give me feelings that i won't forget

His scent became stronger the closer she became; her strides lengthened to meet him. Once he was within her sights, Hydra's tail swayed left and right. For her own part, there was no awkwardness to be felt from their previous exchange. She had been in her season and she had not noted his own physical reaction as she might have any other time of the year; it was easy to miss much those days, clouded by pure instinct as she and her mate had been.

By now Hydra looked to Dragomir like a son, and her fondness toward him was the same she felt for her own children. The matriarch loosed a chuff, wondering if he might be willing to have her accompany him on his patrol. There had been much she had been thinking of pertaining to him, and perhaps now would be a good time to share it all. The bad, and the good alike.