Moonspear everyone's a whore, grace

the tundrian does not have long to wait until hydra makes an appearance and he appreciates her punctuality; and while he would've been happy with any guardian coming to greet him he is, nevertheless, glad that it is hydra first and foremost. it saves a lot of introductions that should she accept him would have to be made regardless. hydra, he rasps in response, dipping his head in a show of submission; finding it easy to humble himself before a queen that he both admires and respects.

their history makes that, at least, go smoothly.

a small smile, wistful, tugs at the edges of scarred lips. i've come seeking a place among your ranks. if you'd have me. he can smell that moonspear is large and contemplates adding 'if you have room for me' but does not. surely, hydra would factor that in her response.