Moonspear it’s not meant to be

Though the calls had not sounded urgent, that did not deter Hydra's swift response. But what awaited at her proverbial doorstep was not at all what she had anticipated. Descending from the jutting ridge she had observed him from in the first place, Hydra made quick work of the gap left between them. It was not a face she recognized, and she could not place a name upon his scent either. But it was clear to the matriarch that this visitor was around the same age as her own cubs—gangly and disproportionate, though not small—and so she looked over his shoulder for some indication that he was not alone. 

But there was none of that, and so her cool gaze fell back to him as she took a step nearer as to investigate the scents he wore, should he not withdraw from her approach. Other than Desdemona, who was unsurprisingly there to meet him first... it seemed there was no one else. He was smart enough to not trespass, at the very least, and so she was left to ponder a likely alternative to his being here alone. Are you lost? she drawled, wondering if he was a Neverwinter cub. 

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