Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

The patience of a saint, she had said. Keres laughed, an amused glint in those green eyes. Oh, I don't know about that. I tend to be more impatient than anything. She hadn't even waited a week after her mate had passed to find the other Ostregas. Loneliness did not become her, and patience had never been a strong suit so after saying her goodbyes to the pack, she had gone about her way, searching for her family.

Pleasure, Hydra. Hope no ones tries to take your head. I think you look rather alright with just the one. Cheeky, but certainly not meant to be insulting. Just a friendly jab at someone she had just met. 

Y'know, if I was smarter, I wouldn't stick around with all this going on, lest I be washed away. Alas, I'm on the hunt for someone. Someones rather, and I'll settle down when I find them. Even if they live in the most hellish place you could imagine. She was nothing if not loyal. And stubborn. On the chance that she found her family and they didn't care for her, she'd stick around anyway, watching over them from afar. It was a possibility she had contemplated during her trek, and one she had since reconciled with. Only time would reveal what would happen and she had a decently long amount of time to give.