Moonspear eyes closed, ice cold

Hydra found her patience had snapped. Everyone said their piece, and Hydra found her own voice freeing from her lips of its own volition: 

He did kill her, Korei. His fangs may not have touched her, but if he had called, she may have been saved, Hydra's gaze bore into her sister. He gave no one the opportunity to save her. He let her die. And then, he ran. How could Korei not see this? How could Korei not understand their anger, their wrath, toward the wolf who had caused this? What was not clicking? 

Hydra moved toward their mother, placating her with a submissive nip to her chin. She understood perfectly well. Hydra's own place and alignment would always be with her family. She agreed wholeheartedly with Alya's concluding statement; it was clear Korei Julia was seeking reason to be angry with her own families violence when they were never the ones to start anything. 

But they would finish them.