Firefly Glen so shave your face with some mace in the dark

He did not warm to her in turn upon the information he gained. Curious as to the reason for that, but not at all suspicious as things stood as of yet, her nostrils flared to further take in his scent. Nothing of Andalusia nor Sebastian, or any other distant Ostrega she had met in passing. Who, then? It truly did not matter in the scheme of things, but the sprawling branches of their family tree were ones Hydra quite enjoyed exploring. 

Drifting. A favored pastime of many in their family—those that had become scouts, or someday would. And are you happy, drifting? Alone? she asked next, wondering if that was the life he wished to lead. She could not imagine it for any; as a pack animal, the idea of permanent solitude was one that she would never personally understand.