Moonspear birds of a feather

Hydra nodded to Rannoch, totally agreeing. You busy right now? I wanna see if I can find where it went... I have an idea, she said with a laugh, and a wave of her tail. Hydra didn't mind Rannoch's company, and even wanted to pick his brain some more. He was healing well and pulling his weight now that he could... perhaps he could go back to the Vale, if he ever wanted, eventually. 

Or did he want to stay here?

The only thing in the way of that was one she-wolf who, well, in comparison, wasn't pulling her weight—in the critical eye of Hydra, anyhow. And she hadn't even been injured! Rannoch made her look quite bad—the instant he thought himself recovered enough, even when he hadn't been, he attempted to assist. Rannoch was a good packmate.