Bramblepoint Lethal poison for the system

Ah, a potential member was in her midst, then. From their encounter already, Hydra could ascertain that Wylla wasn't an imbecile which would work to her favor. More than that, though, Hydra could not know yet. If the unnamed stranger had something to bring to the table, Hydra had no qualms in offering her a home. Galaxy had explained Moonspear well enough, she felt—she made it sound positively sunny, but she had the eyes of a child. What's your name? Can you hunt well, and maintain caches? Given that the other had been alone for a while, she wondered if the other would be open to working with others again. Given she was looking for a pack, Hydra assumed she must be. Since it was Winter time, Hydra felt inclined to ask (what she felt was) the more essential questions.

If she was looking to join Moonspear, she certainly had a fair shot at it. Even if there wasn't space, Hydra would much prefer to see someone worthwhile in their ranks than that waste of space Rouge. That was assuming she could not complete the task Hydra had given her, which Hydra bet she would not. Hell, even if Rouge found him, Hydra imagined that she would be swayed by him in some way to become a turncoat—it was her insouciant behavior that led Hydra to feel this way. She just seemed the sort.

And so it was with all this in mind that the stranger before her was practically all but accepted, if her inquiries were confirmed. Hydra was also mindful that the other might ask more questions, but as she hadn't asked any more than what she had, she had nothing else to share and had no reason to expand upon what Galaxy had eloquently presented.