Moonspear take it back high

Listening, Hydra is mute. She echoes her mothers mental sentiments. What if the Woods did have a vendetta against them, what if Potema could do nothing for that? She was certain her father was capable—she had seen him at work, too—but that did not mean she was any less at ease to know he would be going to the proverbial lions den. Hydra wondered if he would permit her coming, to see pack politics at play in times of tension, but did not ask it then—it wasn't the time. 

When her father asked what the male looked like, Hydra did not hesitate in reminding him: Like Uncle Floki, she began, though he has some tan on him, as well. I got his face pretty good, but for all she knew, that had healed—she knew little to nothing about healing to know her attack would scar Vaati's visage.