Moonspear toredig

She chuffed in turn; she does not need to understand the words to perceive their meaning. Her ears twitch atop her crown, and Hydra looks him over briefly. Yes, physically, he does seem in good health. Far better than before. Your friend is alive, and no longer captive. She is healing within another pack that seek to keep her safe. Their leader has expressed that when she is ready to, she may return to the Redhawks. Hydra licked her chops. His efforts that day might have caused eyes to look the other way and to escape, but she did not know the whole of it. The woman's life was not worth her golden subordinates, but she did not suspect he felt the same. 

Honorable man. 

Hydra licked her chops. I did not tell you that day we found you—the man that had taken your friend... he is the same bastard that killed my sister, And if he had hurt Llewelyn and taken something more from her, in any capacity, she did not know what she might do. Another victory for him; another loss for her. At the end of this all, when score was kept, he was the victory; he had taken from Hydra what she could never recover. How could she hope to achieve the same thing to a man who cared for nothing at all but himself, his survival? 

To let him survive, she supposed. To let him feel safe enough to care for something else. To take that. 

Time was a decent teacher.