Moonspear shelter

@Kukutux

From his resting bed, Hydra followed the trail of Kukutux. Beyond herself, it was she who was most with her once-brother as caretaker. She ought to know of what had occured, and that her watch over him had ended. Whether or not Kukutux wished to care for him beyond her reach she would leave to the woman with a kind heart, but Hydra could dwell no longer on he who cared nothing for either of their efforts. He was loyal to none but for himself, as ever; as that was the case, he would live the life of a lone wolf in full. 

And yet Hydra had yet to strip the scent of him from her. She would, but it was the last traces of him she had, and it was of days far better than this Hydra thought of as she moved. 

Where had she gone wrong? Was she the fool? 

No—no. 

How many times had Revui broken her trust? Gone when she had needed him most? And how many times had she been there, each time he had needed her? Not with words, which were wind, but with action? His words replayed within her mind, and Hydra forged ahead with a heavy heart. How could she remove this thorn from her side? He was gone, but why was it she could still feel him there?