Moonspear i dont think you know me

An ear flicked as Desdemona spoke with her; while most of her was in a patch of shade, it was true that not all of her was. So at the others invitation, Hydra rose and answered mutely by settling alongside her subordinate, stretching and loosing a yawn as she slid to her belly. Now, her chin settled primly along one foreleg as her eyes fluttered to a close. Despite that, she remained aware; Hydra had long grown used to sleeping with one eye open, but was pleased to have a moments rest alongside someone she trusted.

This weather, the Ostrega drawled, is intolerable. She huffed, then, though the edge of her lip lifted in a little grin. For the complaint, Hydra was grateful still. The higher reaches of the mountain provided cooler locales to loiter, but to climb in the heat of the day sounded far from ideal. Resting in the shade sounded like a good reprieve, here and now.