Moonspear call on me, call me

Hydra listened to her sister in love, and her ears flicked as did so. If there were gods, Hydra thought that Kukutux must be right... how could she be wrong? Arcturus had been unjust, to her, to his family. To the old, to the present, and what was to come. Was her own heart just? Yes, she told herself, and she needed no convincing of it. All that she had done, and all that she would ever do, was for those that she loved. 

She hummed toward Kukutux and her final sentiment. The matriarch disagreed, but did not say so then. Hydra thought that her brother had decided to place himself in its (Moonspears) shadow, as though he had been cast out, or mistreated. The matriarch imagined that his shame from that would keep him from returning home again. As to that, she did not know how she felt. Let him burn hot with that shame on the one hand... but, could she truly live the rest of her lifetime without him, on the other?

He had decided for her that she might need to. A sobering reality. One that caused her, on her angrier days, to linger longer on the former thought than the latter. He had betrayed her family, after all, on turning his back upon those that needed him while she was growing heavy with child. For love, or for otherwise, Hydra damned the faulty reason (which surely could not be she herself). It would rue the day. 

Hydra began to move, slowly, but this time in thoughtful silence; she invited Kukutux along with a gesture, thinking the walk and the quiet might do them both some good if the duck felt so inclined to move with her. 

last from me, here <3 gonna start us another during the cougar threead!