Moonspear who can blame him

This was a plan Alya could get behind. She was glad her father was finally considering the danger they posed to the pack, and wholeheartedly agreed that giving them a false plan was a good thing to do. She didn't want to kill Liffey in cold blood, after all, but she also didn't want to risk her doing something that would require avenging. Her death would be more of a mercy than anything - Alya didn't believe Liffey was able to survive on her own merit.

"That sounds like a workable plan to me," Alya agreed with a nod. "But, Hydra would be the one to get ideas off of. She's got that sort of mind." Alya herself was far more short-sighted, relying on gut and instinct more than the considerable power of her mind. Her thoughts were better spent on boys and devising new ways to toy with the emotions of her enemies. With nothing more to say on Vaati, Alya's mind was focused wholly on the situation at hand. Unfortunately, she didn't have anything solid on Liffey. She considered lying for a moment, but knew it would be more detrimental to her father's plans than helpful to her own.

"Nothing solid," she admitted with a frown. "It's just gut intuition, and little things she says and does - or doesn't say and do. And Rannoch - I don't know. There are times I feel he's with us, but whatever Liffey thinks is the belief he will echo. And we are out for Redhawk blood."

She paused for a moment, her mind going elsewhere. "Daddy - can I ask you something? Will you promise not to be mad?" She batted her lashes at him and pressed close against his side. She'd lost the ability to do this without a slightly flirtatious look on her face, but the gesture was made with the most innocent of intentions.