Moonspear watch them build a friend just like you

She sensed her mate stirring, and Hydra tried to be still then—but it was of no use, she knew, when she could feel him shift. Her eyes opened again, and she watched as he came to consciousness, and knew in the fog of his waking he was gathering his bearings. As he propped himself upward, Hydra lifted her chin from his withers and moved to nose him gently, should he not wiithdraw. 

The sky was open above them; the night had been clear, but she could smell rain on the breeze that rifled through the trees that circled the duo within the clearing. That did not disturb her, and she did not think to find cover. Being exposed to the elements had never been a bother to her. She yawned, then, in an additional effort to fully wake now, still resting comfortably behind him as she sorted through her thoughts.