Moonspear the sky would fall but for the columns of mountains

Knowing your enemy was important, her mother had said. Hydra dwelled on this thought. She had no desire to get to know this current enemy, not with how mad he seemed. Why is that so important? She asked. While she shared her mothers tactical side, she could not see the necessity of this... at least, in this case. From what we do know, they're careless and senseless both. Do you think whoever dad knows would share their motivations? This Hydra doubted very much—and if it was shared, to what end?

Hydra sighed. Dad going warns them that we know something. Warns them that there is potential we might do something. They could prepare themselves, she huffed. They would lose the element of surprise—something the wolf that had attacked Rannoch had utilized to such a perfect degree that Rannoch unquestionably would have died, were it not for the intervention of she and her sisters. Hydra believed the world of her father, though. If he thought this was the right course, it must be—she would not doubt him, and did not. She simply wanted to understand it more.