Firefly Glen We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay

Hydra watched as Revui made an attempt to separate herself and Speedy, shifting in a tactical manner that seemed to accomodate but brought her closer to the womans flank. Revui could not have children, if she understood the way things worked—it had taken her two years to get to this point, and even if it took men less time some way, somehow, she still thought the danger was least likely from him. 

For her own part, she did not look hostile when others entered the scene, feeling better about the added security. None here would force themselves upon Speedy (she believed). Even when Dirge came onto the scene. Her eyes did not get to linger on him for long, but she had felt some sort of relief that his gaze had fallen upon her. Charon came upon the scene next, but she did not think he would be the last new face that she saw here. Her own hackles did not so much as lift, though Hydra was ever-prepared to defend. Speedy seemed to shift a measure, and Hydra did what she could to prevent too much of that from happening in as casual a manner as possible, though her own tail remained arced a measure to display that she was the woman in authority here. Like her mother before her, instincts demands were never ignored. 

Speedy was the first to respond, and Hydra withheld a shocked snort. Perhaps this was Speedy's own first heat, though. Perhaps she ought to be more sensitive. Situation...? None, yet, she began, and Hydra tried the method, voice softer than before: for heat is a scent that will lure any closer, not further, Speedy. A stranger may have forced themselves upon you, she tried to explain, ears twitching. She seemed more at ease in the presence of her family, trusting them completely. Perhaps you might want to keep the bastards that may come of such a coupling, but... Moonspear had never had them. 

She and her mother would ensure that Speedy need not worry about that, as Moonspear never would. 

Things were tense, but Hydra downplayed it with ease. This was her father, her hero, the man she most loved of all. Her tail waved, slowly, cutting at the tension; she had been thinking his sojourn away was due to their families inclination toward wanderlust now and again. Perhaps he had gone to see the shore he had once brought her to, where Ragnar raised him. Well, he was home now, and Hydra did not think this was a bad thing. Though his gaze was pointed, she could not really blame him... but there was no trouble.

Hydra looked to her father now even while she still sought to keep Speedy's more sensitive areas out of reach. She looked pliant and willing to shift if need be, but the Beta was rooted to the spot for now. Revui, myself, and Dirge have come to protect Speedy from men that might think to breed her in her state. Revui and I can escort her back to Moonspear, father, she offered, gaze not leaving his own. I would like for you to speak with my mate, perhaps get to know him even better, here her head lowered a measure; his approval would mean the world to her. Her ear flicked toward Dirge, encouraging him to stay put, for now, else risk playing with the trait that Hydra knew best how to feed (as it was the very same between father and daughter), pride, ego, vanity. The implication was clear: I seek your approval in my choice, oh mighty, strong, perfect father of mine. 

Truth be told, she had not yet even thought that this would keep him away from Speedy. Hydra's selfish motivations, this second, were not in any vein manipulative. Her own heat seemed to serve to make her love him even more, but only as a daughter could love a father.