Moonspear take it back high

@Drogon attn: @Charon and/or @Amekaze

 

Hydra had traveled the short-distance from the Altar of Twilight to Moonspear. The Ostrega called for her mother and father both, whoever was nearest. But Drogon carried intelligence in regards to a seemingly mutual, at present, enemy. More than that, she found someone she could shape into a warrior, perhaps. It depended on what kind of pupil he was; Hydra was as arrogant as he was, and intended fully to learn what he knew, first. It was her way. Of those among her age, Hydra predicted herself to be the sharpest of mind and strongest of will and body; it was not as though she had not proven it, either, and so it was not an unfounded thought. An extra body that could fight with and for them was not a bad thing, she did not think. He seemed more than willing, which she appreciated. She thought of the wolf with a madmans laugh and looked to Drogon with a grin—the wolf would know that death was coming for him as surely as winter was, and the maned wolf beside her was but another step in the right direction. Hydra looked to @Lyra and hummed, Find @Alya, and watched as her one twin departed to find the other.