Moonspear one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

Hydra looked thoughtful as she considered stories for him to tell through song. Perhaps of how once there was a Princess who loved the stars, and the stars loved her too—so much so, they took her away, a strangely poetic thought... Hydra knew it was not the stars that had taken Galaxy, but a cruel and terrible wolf. Still, let the songs sing of a kinder fate... one more befitting of her soft and kind nature. That would be a gift Galaxy truly would have appreciated moreso than the blood Hydra felt was owed. 

In fact, Galaxy would not want such a thing at all, she did not think. Galaxy had been soft, though. Too soft. Like Korei Julia, but Hydra romanticized her with more potential—and not enough time to explore it. 

She was glad to hear of his willingness to accompany her, and Hydra's tail waved. What should we track? She invited him to decide, nose then pressing flush against the earth. There were hundreds of scents surrounding them, but she would let him pick a thread for them to follow. True, she knew all of the spots that the hunting was best, but they were not tracking that, were they?