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It was Lyra's crash that had effected Hydra so. It made her dark, and it made her nigh unapproachable to any who noted her with the exception of her (preferred) family members. As she and Alya spoke, she sensed the nearness of their mourning twin, and one ear pivoted to listen to the sounds surrounding them. Sure enough, Lyra was among them—she truly always was—and Hydra relaxed significantly as her sisters preened her.

Hydra mulled over Alya's words. She knew that soon, the situation with the Blackfeather wolves would be acted upon. And after that, once all was well and Winter passed, Alya would, for a time, be among Nikai as they had spoken of. But their togetherness at present was a comfort, and surely in between then and now things would settle.

But she did not want to speak of boys or war then. They themselves had their own established bond that surpassed everything and anything they endured. What shall we do today? She breathed, licking the blood off of her chops.