Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

The evening after meeting with Hydra left her with more questions than before. She had learned- and yet, failed to make an alliance, and seemingly disappointed with her appearance. Huā felt like she'd failed entirely as an empress. She'd made some essential mistake and now she headed home with a dragging mope to her walk. 

In the distance she spots a figure, quietly roaming in the same way as herself. Slate and shadows met together in his fur. Curious, she heads his direction slowly, straightening up her walk. For now, the scent of Moonspear on his fur does not reach her.