Bramblepoint Lethal poison for the system

The lone wolf was quick to fall into a rant about pack wolves being jerks. Hydra might have been made irate by this, being a pack wolf herself, but knew that she herself wasn't a jerk (the reality being she truly was a massive one) and so could not find reason to be offended. Hydra could see the sense in other pack wolves being annoyed by lone wolves, though Hydra herself mostly felt bad for them. Who would choose that life? Having no real sense of wanderlust within her, Hydra couldn't empathize.

I have no desire to be a lone wolf, Hydra admitted plainly, though there were no barbs laced within her words, and the only wolves I look down upon are those without sense—the sort that trespass. But lone wolves aren't the only ones to do that, she explained. And, thinking of a pack wolf she particularly detested in her own pack, she added: oh, and the lazy. Were Hydra the leader of Moonspear, Rouge would be out by now; but she sensed that her father might be keeping her around for other reasons. It wasn't as though Rouge was ever in the depths of Moonspear to learn anything about the territory. Hydra had only scented her just at the borders, and beyond... though Hydra was certain that Rouge likely accessed the cache nearest to the borders.

Hydra's ear flicked at Galaxy's words. Ah. Kindhearted Galaxy. She was right, of course. Wylla would not do well on her own when Winter hit full force. In fact, Hydra thought she might die. But the girl certainly had spirit, something that Hydra could appreciate. But, being an entitled pack wolf, Hydra did not care to know if Moonspear was "good enough" for Wylla. Of course it was—Moonspear was, to put it lightly, the best. There was certainly a song and dance involved to be added to their number at this point. But, to be frank, if any damn wolf offered more than the one wolf who literally did nothing? There was at least a chance. Still, their conversation hadn't gone that way.

When was the last time you were in a pack? Hydra inquired. With how Wylla detested 'pack wolves', Hydra could only assume a long time. Did she understand what it meant to be a functioning member of a pack? Or would she be useless, like Rouge? In any case, this stranger had not displayed the desire to even be in a pack—Hydra wouldn't interrogate her and put her through the process without needing to. And why choose to be a lone wolf? Her eyes need not fall to Wylla's slimmer than normal figure—Hydra could not see the positives in a life where one was never truly safe. It was not simply the hunger Hydra thought of, but cougars and other animals that could prove to be a problem. It sounded like far more trouble than it was worth.