Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Princess. 

Some might be bothered by the nickname, but Hydra embraced it. After all, she was, and she wore the title well. And just because she was a princess certainly hadn't stopped her from accomplishing everything she had in her life. Her kill count remained unaffected by her precocious title, and her vanity was amplified—if it worked, it worked. And Hydra worked it, too. She knew perfectly well what her title meant, and she also seemed to understand she was the heir apparent. Ambitious though she was, she had no intent to usurp her parents (hormones raged for different reasons, at present, as everything sorted itself out). She understood the appeal of her own position to others—she came from two strong wolves and was born exceptional herself. What was not to be desired? 

She assumed the same of this dispersal. I mean, look at him, she thought to herself, feeling quite proud of her find. And what he said next? Oh, he was good—a leading wolf! Hydra moved to (attempt to) nip his flank fiendishly, teeth gentle, before asking, Leading wolf, you say—so, you're experienced in that domain? Her eyes flashed. His intent was well-aimed when it was fired toward Hydra, who very much so wanted to believe it, or at least see it be done someday. Inception? Hydra was good at it herself, or is it a part of your 'grand plan'? 

If he hesitated, even the perceptive Hydra did not note it. Granted, she was distracted by him, but she knew enough when a wolf was not adept at something they claimed to be. In any case, he was able to get back on his feet again (so to speak) and at his words, Hydra knew he must be decent at hunting to know the pickings were slimmer than they would be were the sun to be out. Lucky for you, they don't discriminate, she responded, and it was true. Her parents were like her in that regard: meat was meat, and they wouldn't deny any of it. Though they did have their favorite things, Hydra also knew that her parents despised brown-nosers—at least the ones they didn't know. It was lame.

But, I mean, once you knew them, it was fine. After all, who didn't like their favored delicacy delivered?