"It is all the night, but there are so many different aspects of night. Even you are part of the night, even I." which meant that the coming dawn would them both somewhat out of their elements, moreso she than Hati, perhaps. Hecate had a hard time imagining Hati out of his element, he seemed to turn his immediate surroundings into an air more primal, making it suit himself rather than the other way around. Perhaps she was merely waxing foolish though.
Did she understand? She tried, but she was not a wolf, and she did not know whether it was the moon that he wanted or the chase itself. The two seemed so inextricably intertwined that it was difficult to discern. Maybe she didn't understand at all, but she spoke her own mind, her own heart. Words spilled for him, when to others she was silent. Few others could boast of making Hecate so verbose, so whimsical or so pensive.
Hecate is not so much like the rest of her kind, kind and gentle, soft and dark, without the trappings of excess, lust, vanity and vengeance. She is not a creature of the sky, but a creature of caves, a den animal. It isn't where she belongs. "It's beautiful." she whispers again, looking down into the water, into the darkness of the sky with only the smattering of stars. "Reminds me of home. Dark and soft, close, glittering like quartz when torchlight hits it. The night, the sky, the stars all like a cave."
He could throw her easily into the water, she would be too startled to resist, but her hand fell away and her gaze lowered.
"What action would I have you take, Hati? I speak of things to you... not to have you act, but because I think perhaps you understand."