Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

Hydra wondered what the appeal of being in such a pack that had things kept from the general public that were its members. Perhaps all its wolves were mad. As to that, Drogon might know... So why join it? She wondered. She was not asking Drogon why he joined it—he had already been told. But she wondered what its appeal was. People want to be a part of that boyband? Her muzzle wrinkled. Hydra couldn't imagine why.

What he said next, Hydra hmm'd at. At first it seemed he wouldn't stop, even if he died. But he wanted to gain something from it. Perhaps he would only die if he was able to get a kill in himself. When he saw that wasn't going to happen, he seemed to reconsider, that was when he fled. To hear her sisters and herself referred to as the Cerebrus was somehow fitting—her father had told her all about this constellation, though she had never related it to herself and her sisters... until now. She was charmed more by the words than the smile, and offered him a broad grin of her own, quite pleased with the comparison he had drawn. It depends on his sense of self-preservation, she decided then. He would not survive them a second time, if he came to this place.

Hydra pondered at his next set of words. He appeared different? How was this so? A name change was simple enough, though Hydra had only ever wore the names of her mirror images. She became them with ease—they were her perfect glass slippers. It was an interesting thought, one that her sisters and herself were more than willing to try themselves, but for far more peaceful reasons (they had considered each getting to know Nikai at Easthollow, and visiting Alya when she lived there). After a thoughtful moment of silence, Hydra says, if it comes down to it, that sounds like an idea I would like to see played out, it would be good practice for Drogon, she determined, and potentially good intel for the Cerberus. Did he desire to strike them down for their interference? ...It mattered not. I am content to know that he can be killed. At the end of the day, the stranger was just a boy.