Moonspear with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

Their father found them swiftly enough, and for that Hydra was thankful. At her young age, she wouldn't have been able to cleverly conjure up the thought of following their tracks, and even if she had following them all the way 'til the end would have been... difficult. Hydra was meek when their father found them, not sure, quite yet, who she wanted to be in this situation. Who will be in the least trouble, she tried to deduce, but a distraction came and saved perhaps all of them. Or, maybe they'd come back to this later... but the thought was a fleeting one. 

They arrived before many strangers. Her eyes fell upon Lyra, and she nosed Alya before moving through their fathers legs to get a good look at these strangers. For her part, she did stay silent, but her own posture spoke of her imagined authority (which, at her age would look far more adorable than it did intimidating). She wanted to see how their father handled this... one day, maybe she'd help him like Uncle Floki was! The dark male talked about being a guardian, and also a warrior... aspiring was not in her vocabulary. Her eyes remained upon him, as scouting, nor healing, was an interest of hers. Guardian and warrior sounded cooler than the rest.