Moonspear damn it tears me up

He spoke her sisters name, and Hydra nodded to him. Yes, Lyra, she informed readily enough. He had asked, after all. There is also Alya. We are the same, an ear flick was given as she imparted him with this information, her blue eyes warming as she thought of her most beloved sisters.

As far as his next words, Hydra shrugged. Only when necessary, that much was true. Hydra had killed only those that had trespassed, bar injured prey she could bring to her mother or else eat herself. And she had fought many more for the sake of learning, but her opponents had never been unwilling... in fact, she could only ever remember one moment she herself had been unwilling, but had to out of necessity. Even when she killed it had been necessity—her notched ear twitched at the memory of the yellow-eyed bitch... and the other wolf, the one who had begged, might have killed if they had released her. Who knew what she had trespassed for in the first place? There was an early point the woman could have turned around, gotten home free... but quite literally they had woken the cerberus. That fate was brought upon themselves. 

She steered the conversation back to Lyra. Where did you meet Ly? she was truly curious. Lyra was the least adventurous of them, and was quite shy when alone. Hydra was proud she had met another, and thankful it had been Terance... for he, at least, seemed good... seemed like he did not intend to turn and leave Moonspear as so many others had.