Moonspear And into the fire we go

Hydra had been thrilled to hear the news. Frankly, she was certain Gannet, even with a limp, would do well here once he recovered. She was eager to see him again, to welcome him into their ranks personally. Hydra moved to the place of his recovery with plenty of pep in her step. Things were looking up for her friend, she felt. He really was getting back on his feet again. After catching a congratulatory rabbit, she headed to him. 

The scent of Liffey was in the air. She was no longer in the practice of actively avoiding her, especially not when the entirety of her family was on the same page as her. Appearing on the scene, Hydra could only catch the tail-end of what was spoken by her. Hungry for proof that Liffey was loyal not to Moonspear but to herself and her own personal convictions, Hydra felt her own timing was impeccable. 

She could be wrong, though. There was some small piece within her that hoped for Rannoch’s benefit that her loyalty wasn’t so... so... self-serving? No, maybe that wasn’t the word. But Hydra didn’t care to define it. 

She entered the scene, tossing the rabbit to her friend companiobaly before asking: What’s wrong?? before looking to Gannet with a broad grin. Heard the great news and wanted to welcome you myself, clearly more eager to see him here among them than Liffey was. 

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