Moonspear be mine

@Dirge before ossy thread <3

 

Hydra, as ever, had been doing more thinking; there was much to do, and much she would see done too. But before all that, she sought one of her most favored of wolves, and whose mind she sought. In a chipper mood, Hydra tracked him at a rapid clip, tongue lolling. The rains had passed, and the weather was cool and crisp. The prey, it seemed, were resuming their natural behaviors. Some loitered in Moonspear still, but in tracking them she noted their nerves had seemed to dissolve; it was not the oncoming of disaster they feared but rather the safety they perceived to be here, even in claimed territory. 

They were not wrong; Moonspear, again, had fared well despite the floods. 

And all, for now, seemed to be well. Driven by this, and driven by the desire to continue toward their betterment, Hydra honed in upon a tree with a tuft of his fur upon it. Close, now, the matriarch pressed on in silence for now. Though her steps were quiet, no doubt Dirge might recognize her own particular gait as surely as she knew his own.