Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

His words intrigued her. All big wolves had their weaknesses. She supposed every wolf in general had their weakness. Hers, at present, was her own fear holding her back. After experiencing true pain, and knowing how easy it could be for one large wolf to overtake another not their own size, Hydra was perhaps too wary. Even in her reckless moments she had been that way. She could afford to take more risks... so long as they weren't with the wrong wolf. The other wolf named himself then, and Hydra smiled. Hydra, she introduced. Thanks for the advice. And the spar. Where are you headed? How do you feel about mountains? He was a good fighter; she bet her dad might appreciate that... and Hydra, selfishly, enjoyed his company and his capabilities. He could train her, or something, if he wanted. He appeared tired so after he got some rest. She figured for his favor(s) she could offer him one of her own—if he even liked mountains.