Moonspear love the child

Hydra lay sphinx-like, though in the passing time she lay her muzzle upon her forelegs. Her ears twitched now and then as a bird took flight, and a rabbit fussed in the nearby brambles. But when she heard the familiar tread she had hoped to hear the woman alertly lifted her head, searching eyes hunting for his familiar silhouette which she would see in three, two—

There he was, as handsome as ever, blending well with the earthy tones that surrounded him. One ear cupped back, listening to the sound of the babes in their deep slumber while also attentive to his arrival. With no teeth revealed as he reached for her, Hydra leaned into his embrace with a pleased hum before moving to nip his cheek fondly from below. King Dirge, she began, playfully formal, The crown suits you, husband. she drawled, tilting her head slightly and grinning wolfishly.