Moonspear you win or you die

attn @Dirge finALLY

Hydra followed the trail of her mate, her cubs under the vigil of her sisters. They were able to spend more time together now that the children were growing older, and able to stretch their legs more, too; soon, the entirety of the pack would be meeting their brood when they were moved to the rendezvous. But that time had not yet come.

It was coming, though. This much she could sense. The scent of her mate became stronger, and Hydra's stride became longer as her bright blue eyes sought him in this autumnal wood. She slowed, becoming vigilant; he blended well in this sort of environment, she thought, tail twitching in a more predatory-than-playful manner, an impish grin overtaking her features as she prowled onward.