Moonspear not being able to find it

All Hydra could feel for the thing was contempt. She did not mask this as she regarded the insipid creature before her. Did he not understand? How? The behavior would have him killed from impatient wolves like Hydra when he was older–his lack of submitting was a blatant show of disrespect, a challenge. He did not know this, perhaps–but now he would, and he would learn as well that she would never tolerate it. Hydra's next movement was swift, but it clearly lacked deadly intent–she did, again, as her father had done, and moved to attempt to push him down by grabbing hold of his scruff. Hydra had done this before to her own siblings when she was younger, when they each learned their place among one another.

Her fangs did not seek to pierce flesh, only grip. She was Xi, and even when she was not Xi she would be above him. Hydra would not enable him to suffer any delusions. She simply wasn't the sort. Hydra rumbled to Terance in a matter that said, "One sec." Business before pleasure, as they said.