Moonspear it would take a strong, strong man

COME ON MUTHA SUCKAS COME ONNNNNN  

 

Vaati had inspired something different in her. 

She was not an evil wolf by any means, but she was a vengeful one. If Alya did not stop in her jaunt, she would soon come across Hydra, who looked every bit as ominous as the impending storm she could taste in the breeze. The electric molecules that snapped around her in warning were synchronized to her present energy, ever in flux as of late. Hydra felt a restless energy. She trusted Towhee and her word. She trusted Towhee believed for certain she had killed her horrific brother. She trusted Towhee was capable of it. 

There had been things she had not thought to ask, then. Things she thought of now. Could he have survived his fall? Could he be among the living still? Could she trust Vaati to bring her his head, if he found it? 

Pah. Never trust a man to do a woman's work! And never trust another to do your own duty. She rose to all fours. Gannet had gone. There was no tether to keep her from doing what she had always yearned to other than the knowledge gained that he was already dead. How could one kill a ghost? 

She supposed by never seeing it. Hydra shifted her weight, exhaling heavily. Should this not be done? Why was she so unsatisfied?