Firefly Glen So you found another way

Who told me they left... a great many wolves had left Moonspear. But a brother and sister pair? Hydra had known only one such duo. The stranger looked nothing like either of them... well, her stature did seem similar perhaps... and she was as much skin and bones as who Hydra imagined her brother to be. Not much else processed from what was said... by the scent, Hydra had known this stranger had inevitably found her traitorous (to her) kin. 

Good, Hydra said simply, nodding her head. Hydra was happy the other had not lingered near Moonspear to elect to stay, only to leave once she did find her brother and sister. She did not want any more wolves to waste their resources. It looked as though Sunspire had none themselves; it was what they deserved, as far as Hydra was concerned. Whatever powers might be believed such a thing, too, clearly. She need not lift a paw to do them any harm... they did it to themselves. The Moonspear woman had little else she desired to say; it was clear her interest in conversation was at a minimum. No longer did Hydra care to make new friends... and, not only this, she had no personal interest in Sunspire at all. It was enough to see the skin hanging from their bones. Winter would starve them to death. It occurred to her then that she may have seen Terance for the last time, the other day—and he had not apologized to her. What a shame his last words to her had been, she thought to herself. She might have pitied him and thrown him more than a thin olive branch.