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Alya's question was met with a thoughtful look and a firm shake of her head. It needed no real thought, after all. And though she knew precisely Lyra's thoughts, Hydra knew she and her mirror image were Alya's beacon and would ever be her home. Wherever her paws guided Alya, she would return—and Hydra knew that Alya needed freedom, perhaps now more than ever. 

And so Hydra took a step toward her, nosing her. If the opportunity presents itself, take it, Alya, she hummed, there is no danger we cannot face. Alone, or together. For the Cerberus were independently formidable. Together, victory was simply a guarantee. She sighed, the sound soft. That boy should know better than to lurk here anymore. We'll kill him if he does, there was nothing stopping them anymore. And truth be told, she only meant if he did it again in an offensive timeframe. That he deliberately disobeyed her warranted it. Perhaps they should have killed him when they had the chance. Or perhaps they really would take a firstborn. Whatever they preferred at this point. Her mind was erratic, but at its forefront was her pride and her sisters wellbeing. 

As far as the deserters? Hydra looked back to Lyra, and admitted, I'd say it all happened to show us all how boys are meant more for fun than for anything else. Anything more... well, it hurt, but she felt more along the lines of 'waste of time'. Hydra would admit boys had their uses, but they couldn't be counted on (with the exception of her family). Her blue eyes turned to Alya. I don't think Vaati is dead. He is probably in hiding. Blackfeather lost—no doubt he was blamed for it, which maybe he deserved, a little, for ever having come against them at all. The Cerberus had played their own hand in such a thing. 

She did not think he was dead. No. Vaati, time and time again, fled death. If he were to die, they would know it; they would be the bringer of it, after all. It was no part of their grand plan, and so it simply was not so. Maybe on your journey, you will find him, she hummed, encouraging the idea and the thought.

But if she didn't? Hydra turned to her and administered an adoring nip to her shoulder, before spinning and lunging at Lyra to do much the same to her cheek. Her somber attitude had fast shifted in the presence of the only two wolves she would ever need, and she recognized that all she needed in this life was them.