Bramblepoint Lethal poison for the system

There was no disguising her surprise at Wylla's answer. That was a curious thing. Every wolf she had ever met that was a lone wolf seemed proud of it, behaved as though that life was the life. Hydra had never believed them, of course. She was satisfied with the answer given and thought all the better of the sharp-looking stranger before her. If nothing else, the girl was honest. And as for luck, Hydra wondered at that. Was it luck? Maybe. Yet another thing on her side in life. 

Hydra was incredibly privileged and even knew it. But she didn't pity those who were not. After all, even though she had been born to the best pair of wolves she possibly could, she had worked hard to be where she was. Luck was that she was born, maybe—but then there was KJ, born to the same pair of wolves, who was just, well, a bit disappointing. Becoming better now through work, but that had nothing to do with luck. That was just the way things were. 

To the benefit of Wylla's thoughts, Hydra validated, those that live off their luck and accost others will surely meet misfortune, her tail waved amicably. This she believed. Hell, as she thought of Rouge, she realized she knew this to be a fact. Rouge had been lucky to be among them—but her laziness, in the end, would cost her. She glanced toward Galaxy when Wylla questioned her younger, capable sister, and when Galaxy rejoined with her own polite inquiry, Hydra looked back to her. She had no issue in sharing the bare minimum with the nameless stranger, but her curiosity bid that she ask: you looking to join?