Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

Enok Tundra. Hydra had not heard of the place. She wondered if it was outside of the Wilds, a place Hydra never sought to go. There was no reason to—it was so far out of range from home, a place she would always return to. To travel beyond the reaches of the valleys here would yield nothing for Moonspear. But it had happened to him when young. Hydra reflected on this a moment—there had been many times when she had attempted to run away, though Floki and her parents had always prevented it. Her mother and father were both wisened to childish antics, even as first time parents. The stranger he spoke of was a liar, he said, and brought him to Blackfeather Woods. Blackfeather Woods. She now had the correct name to the place. 

She wondered if that liar had any ties to the woods. 

The next name she recognized. Nyx. She had been kind to Rannoch, too, when visiting his borders... Perhaps Nyx was a good woman, then, truly. 

He speaks of his life in Blackfeather Woods. That he would have been treated as some sort of experiment. "Neo", she hears, and it bears no meaning to her. His arrogance was something she found herself snorting at; he sounded as foolish as the boy that had once been here, that was long gone now. Hopefully dead, came a passing thought, before he left her mind completely. When he paused, and mentioned secrets, Hydra asked with ample interest: Secrets... did you learn any of theirs? Now wouldn't that be interesting! 

As his story came to an end, Hydra mulled it over in silence. You are a survivor. All of your life, you have survived, she reflects, blinking at the horizon as she lowered her muzzle to sniff at the earth. In noting that the territory here needed to be marked again, she did so. Well, now it is time you live. With the safety of Moonspear you will do more than survive. Here, you can thrive, she glanced to him. As for the threats of those boys, well, the one has proven himself to be a lunatic. If he comes around here again, he is not long for this world, and though she is not Tundrian, and not bred for war, it is quite evident her words are said with a dark weight to them. Hydra has killed before; she knew she would kill again.