Moonspear her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs

Hydra hummed to the other, though did not let slip that they were less inclined to let others into their claim. What was the point? If they could benefit from their kindness, best not to let such fields dry. Neither would Hydra lie, though; she was an honest woman. Hydra nods at the others inquiry; it was her own. She was made from this stone as much as she was made from her fathers seed and her mothers egg. Its teeth were more painful than any wolf that she had faced, and now she had the grace to never stumble so much as once upon it. She was its heir, and did not doubt someday she would take the mantle of Moonspear if she wished to...

Her ear shifted to Revui. She would like for him to lead, too, when he was ready. His teeth were beneficial; she wondered more about this behemoth before her, most interested in how she could tether such a kindred spirit to her. Her eyes lingered upon Megara; likely, this womans life would need to end. He seemed to answer to her. Hydra had enough wisdom to know that endeavoring to do so would do her little favors... and besides that, she rather enjoyed the womans wit. 

Speedy suggested an alliance, and at that, Hydra shifted her weight. It was something to consider, but alliances did not come without terms, and Hydra had a feeling that this male before her was not the only of his sort. What would they want? What would it cost? To be sure, it would likely cost the others just as much—Hydra would enjoy seeing this purple-eyed, hungry beast at work. 

If we were to create such an alliance, Hydra spoke, cool and collected as ever, what would it be that you and yours expected? She inquired, most curious.