Moonspear you win or you die

When they parted yet again, Hydra offered him an interesting tidbit. It was a distracting sort of thing, playing well into her hand as he held off on closing in that distance again. A curious note lodged itself in his throat; the list was relatively short when it came to the injured they had lugged back to their domain.

"Did you now?" It was a rhetorical statement; he had never a reason to doubt the validity of what she offered him. "Did he come around here, looking for trouble?" If that were the case, then he had been readily dispatched... but when? His expression conveyed such a wonder to her as his tail lashed idly, his guard far from eased. Such conversations had been carried on between mouthfuls of fur and gnashing teeth before, after all.