Moonspear back to the forward command center

hydra's words at last moved kukutux. she stood with gaze downturned and rivulets of salt cutting their way through the fur of her cheeks, nodding once or twice at the beautiful moonlit image of familial strength and determination that the great leader wove for her. and then, after that, the soft notions of being invited into said arms, of patience, of resilience.

the girl drew a shaking breath, offered hydra a watery smile. "even if i have no husband here, i will remain. i have much time to think upon these things, and i wish to spend it here." with you, with moonspear. the blackbear had become quickly to her both a sisterly and motherly figure, even in this so short a time. but kukutux knew that such feelings would only grow.

"i thank you, hydra. for giving me so much when i have nothing."