Moonspear she's got a weapon and a motive

Hydra listened to her father, pleased to hear him verbally align with what was on her mind. She remained quiet through most of her mother and fathers talking, digesting and learning all the while. Her ear flicked as he spoke of Drogon, and Hydra nodded. It was a good thing to bring him among them; Hydra sensed his loyalty, and knew that if it was asked of him he would guide them through the wood. Hopefully, directly to Vaati. As for the question, Hydra responded, he knows as much as we do. That he is arrogant, and not very bright. Hydra licked her chops. His arrogance meant it was only a matter of time before he came into their Wilderness. Hydra was content to let him be for a time, if he truly made good on making the same mistake twice—to see what boundaries he would push, to see how bold he was, and with that how truly dimwitted.

She glanced to her mother, wondering about the Coastal pack. Hydra knew little, but perhaps her mother would know more. Her exchange with the impressive Thuringwethil had stuck with Hydra, but still she had never learned any more than she had needed to that day.