Moonspear And into the fire we go

Hydra blinked. She did not need for them to feel grateful. She did not even want it. What she wanted was their earnest loyalty. Their trust in them to do the right thing, even when it was the hard thing. They always had done so. So where the hell was all of this coming from? What had they ever done so wrong that Liffey was asking these questions? 

And what good would answering them do, if Liffey did not trust her?

All Hydra could do was try. Out of the last shred of respect she had for her father's decision to add her into the ranks at all, and also for the respect she had toward Rannoch and his choice in life-partner, Hydra would answer. Ask your alpha these questions. He alone can tell you that. I want to say that once he feels he has been repaid, and much time has passed, then yes. But I speak for no one but myself, she informed. Sighing a little, and looking back to Gannet, her ears twitched. What I can say is that you are Moonspear, now. I really am happy to have you among us. I know you're a good wolf, but you do not need me to speak on your behalf. And when you are strong again, I look forward to hunting with you. Liffey sought to poison the water with her words, she felt. But she was certain her father must have been explicit with Gannet to make this impossible. Though she did not yet know word for word what transpired in that exchange, she did not doubt her father had made it perfectly clear to Gannet his potential longevity, if he did make the choice to join them...

A thought struck her. 

Was this the test her father had laid out...?