Moonspear the return

As her father explained, Hydra listened, rapt. Her tail lashed behind her as she, too, tried to conjure an image of this wolf in her repertoire... but there was none to be recognized there, not that were women. The unique appearance would make them easy enough to know them if ever she saw them. He lived and breathed, so death was not on her mind. She imagined the other wolf was worse off than he, and hoped he would confirm it once her mother asked. 

Her gaze turned toward Andalusia as she approached, and she was thankful for her cousin's arrival. Chuffing in greeting, Hydra's focus fell back to her father again, waiting for whatever more details he might provide.