Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

She watched his body language and acted in accordance to her own great pride; her head lifted a measure, though her plume remained relatively lax. Hydra was aware of her station, and this would not be a mystery to any. But at the very least she had earned this place (she felt). At his response, Hydra turned thoughtful. You have not been here very long—I think you will do well here, so long as you pull your weight, which she knew he could; if she did not think him capable of that, she would never have invited him here. Hydra did not have the time of day for those that could not. She thought of the one wolf within Moonspear that had not even attempted to meet her, despite Hydra's own fruitless search. That one, Hydra decided, she did not have time for.

Do you feel rested? She asked next, ears flicking atop her head. Even if he did not, it would not matter—she would teach him to fight through the exhaustion, if only because she wondered if it would become necessary now that the wolves that smelled of blood and feather had attacked so close to their home. The one wolf they had fought against had attacked Rannoch without reason, and so she could not see why they would not. Drogon knew of them—perhaps they had a vendetta against him. She never had asked why he had left, but really she did not need to. What a horrible stench they produced—only a maniac could endure it for Alltime.