Moonspear it don't matter if the cold wind blows, I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it
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@Tye dated at dawn!
 

Hydra gazed at the path they would take, lingering atop some ridge herself as her eyes assessed. It was well-traveled, and not yet slick with ice—though in the later months, this easy path would likely become inaccessible due to that. As it was, the snowfall had finally begun to stick; it would be easy to traverse through for the likes of she and her subordinates, but difficult for their prey. 

She was quiet, and utterly still. Her ears strained as she listened, but from here she would not yet hear them if they had returned. A byproduct of hunger and hope, though, caused her to believe for a moment she heard the loud clap of their mountain-preys clash echoing all the way down to where she waited, patiently, for Tye. The Queen looked over her shoulder to see if she could see his approach; black against white would not be too difficult to spot, but it all depended upon the direction he traveled to her in how quick she might find him.
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He hadn't meant to oversleep, but that's precisely what happened. He'd long ago become accustomed to falling asleep hungry, and this time was no different, except that his muscles were angry with him and it took a little longer to get comfy; all the same, Tye reminded himself as he drifted off to sleep that he needed to wake at dawn, which was only a few hours away—reciting those orders over again in his head, over and over and over, like a mantra, until he was asleep.

And when he woke up the sun was beaming down to him, dazzling the warm tones in his pelt which otherwise would've been lost, comforting him. He almost didn't rise, utterly content, at least until he remembered where he ought to be. As he raised to his paws his haunches quivered and he almost collapsed again. His back and shoulders were stiff all over—but he grit his teeth and ignored it in lieu of his duty, which prompted that he go meet with Hydra. How long had he left her waiting?

The boy looked like a marionette missing some strings. He wasn't subtle as he sought out Hydra's scent—leaving behind the hollow where he'd rested—and when he came upon her she was sulking in the dark, looking out over a ridge; plumes of breath drifted faintly from her snout, but she was calm, focused. As he came to her side he tried to take a few measured breaths to calm his heart, fearful that something might happen if it were to race too fast.
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Time continued to pass. Hydra licked her chops, circled, and looked upward again; she could go without him, she knew. But she would not, having wanted to do this with him to see where his abilities might lie. Evidently not in being punctual, the thought coming to her not without irritation; but when she saw him come, she understood what had kept him. He had come to them more exhausted than any other, and malnourished than the rest; all that he had been permitted to eat here throughout his stay was likely why he could come to her at all in the first place. It occurred to her, then and there, that he would surely be dead were it not for that. 

It also occurred to her he might yet still die were more to never be found. No, she reconsidered; he would definitely die. Not from her fang, but from his own malnourishment; he did not know it, but Hydra would never turn against her own subordinates for things they were all helpless against... no, really, the only reason which Hydra would do such a thing was for direct insubordination, deceit, or the undue harm of her children when they could not protect themselves in full. The weakened male who approached her was doing his best. It was not much, yet... but Hydra could not ignore that. 

As he came beside her, Hydra measured him. He was tired, that much was clear. If they were to find something she would likely need to do the brunt of the work herself—Hydra had long since decided if an opportunity were to present itself, she would take advantage of it. Breathe, she advised, the air is different up here. Thinner. We will go up slowly, she drawled, not wanting him to suffer from hypoxia or heart failure. Hydra waited for him to catch his own breath before she began their journey; it would not be a short one.

The two eventually did make their way up; Hydra and he found a decently sized billy-goat. It took hours more for anything to be yielded from it, and Hydra did most—if she was being generous—of the work; eventually it was killed, and they were able to eat. For it, Moonspear would have a meal and be a little less hungry this eve. 

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