Moonspear hopes and dreams, they will collide

She saw him soon enough, bridging the gap swiftly by trotting to his side and nipping his shoulder gently. Husband, she hummed playfully, ears swivelling forward. The season is coming; I worry for this year, she drawled. It was due to the residual feelings of the year prior, but Hydra hoped to handle all such things far better this year as she was not even able to handle the last given her father and her respect for him, and her mother too. 

Her gaze panned to him as she shared, Our own cubs might have cousins, her tail waved behind her at the thought as she considered whether or not Nikai and Alya would ask them, as she had asked her mother. Her tone was a little hopeful for the thought, one bright little thought amidst the rest of the chaos and tumult she felt for the season she fret over now.