Moonspear when people become numbers

Hydra responded to her mothers affection with a rougher (but no less fond) brand, moving after the woman who spun away from her as her shadow would and nipping with pinching teeth at whatever she could reach, a warm light in her eyes for the woman who raised her. Looking for you, she informed, her own tail swaying behind her hindquarters and ears flattening submissively atop her crown for the alpha female. Though she was young, she was learning to assimilate into adult hierarchy. Amekaze was the only woman she wouldn't test, because time and time again Amekaze had proved that her place had been earned to the observant Hydra who always sought to exploit weakness in others for her own gain. There was a natural bias toward her family that would ever work in her mothers favor, and her ambition was not so far-reaching that she would ever think to overthrow either of her parents. Only if they were not suited for the task would that ever transpire, but she did not believe such a thing even possible and so the thought had never even occurred to her. 

Can you teach me how to fight? She inquired innocently; this was for her own goal of becoming a mercenary, and she actively worked toward it.