Moonspear ausdauer ist eine kunst

In her wake, he had followed quietly. Not too close, perhaps not even enough to entirely give himself away. It was a sort of game that he played on his own and at times to her chagrin, but they were swift into the season where he blended in well. Though Hydra's eyes were very keen and her other senses just as sharp, it had long been a coy affair for one to seek another regardless if they had desired to be found.

With the children growing swift and ever full of questions far and wide, so had their ability to retain a certain independence as well—in turn what time he could get away from them to spend in the company of his dark-haired partner he took, no matter the obstacles therein. He had no more laid eyes on her at last when something drew her attention and thus his too: summons.

They were a curious sort, given their quiet doorstep... and onward he followed.

It was not long before they had both laid eyes on the pale pair through the pines and juts of stone, and it was there that Dirge quietly closed in the distance as Hydra spoke. She knew them and he spared not a question of how, but rather wondered what had brought them. The marred features of the she-wolf caught his attention, but then again they were weather-worn. His gaze did not linger on them long before he turned his attention to Hydra, intoning curiously: "Friends of yours?"

He couldn't imagine her extending an invitation so lightly otherwise.

if i hold this up for any length, feel free to skip. dirge is likely to be an observant party until otherwise.