Silverlight Terrace Surrender to your heart

Hydra's ears flick backward as she heard the sound of gnashing fangs hitting only air, and her enemies body thudding against the snow as her opponent fell. Hydra was swift enough in her turn to evade the others sloppy fangs as they sought to rise: keep her down, she demanded of her brothers, and when she spoke she felt the nearness of the others teeth to her foreleg. The vulnerable area was quickly withdrawn as she left the bitch to the wolves, listening to her subordinates explanation. 

Her fathers command did not fall on deaf ears, either. Hydra bristled. That this was the wolf that attacked Llewelyn caused her fury to rise, and Hydra snarled. Hydra wanted to kill her, for that—should kill her... and after a threatening strike toward the strangers face, Hydra determined there could be things learned before this. Why are you here? Hydra demanded, fangs bared. If Hydra did not like her answer, she had decided that perhaps she would watch her brothers kill her. They were new to it; it would be slow and torturous going, and deserved for Flicker's actions against her packmate. Against Blackfeather's keeping of her most despised enemy.