Moonspear Its Our Time to Make a Move

Hydra had been near to the borders, close enough to West that when he called it took Hydra not a minute to arrive to him at her swift pace. No doubt he had heard her approach, and Hydra did not slow as she moved 'round to face him, bounding expertly upon a nearby boulder to look down upon the latest arrival at her borders.

Who stood before her was a handsome, if not young, wolf—around the age of her boys, she imagined, and Vega. She noted the scar upon his face with some interest, and assessed him for any evident weaknesses otherwise—none that she could see with her eyes, at least. I am Hydra Ostrega, she introduced, Queen of Moonspear and the Glen beyond it, she drawled. Her tail arced naturally over her hindquarters as she regarded him. Somehow, he looked familiar—though she could not yet place it. He had been specific in his calling, and Hydra left him room, now, to explain why.