Moonspear 七転び八起き

Translates to fall down seven times, stand up eight; open! Near the borders

 

The childrens father had gone and not returned, she observed. Though she had suspected they had gone with him to find her she had been wrong—and since then, there was no scent of him near. Hydra had a mind to request her mate search the nearby territories for him, but she figured she could do some of the legwork herself. A cry for @Vercingetorix and @Vela both cut through the air. She suspected that if they were within earshot as well as breathing, and if they were imprisoned by nature, they might respond. Hydra would help, if she could—her tail lashed behind her as she quieted, ears pricked as she scowled at the horizon. 

She had trusted, once again. This time though, she did not feel the victim of it. A deepseated anger took root in her belly, but she shook her furs and was rid of it—he had said he was a hunter; perhaps he had gone to scout nearby territories for any sign of food. But would he not call back, if it were so? Hydra listened and heard only the sound of the wind whipping 'round her ears; the birds themselves were quieter than ever, after natures fits, and the silence was deeply unsettling when she so hoped to hear the sound of either voice.