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

Perhaps she ought not to have been surprised, but she was. 

She was disarmed, and hurt, for a moment—the latter plain on her features as she looked upon her father—but as he continued on, Hydra got right back onto her warhorse. She noted Arcturus was among their number, now—and as her father spoke, she wondered if her brothers were as offended as she was to hear them called drooling men, and Dirge, for his own part, looked far more dignified than that.  His command was heard, but for once, not heeded. If he thought it fit too disrespect her, and her husband, Hydra would do the very same, voice steady and firm. The disrespect her father had shown her, and the way he had spoken to her, had also never been placed upon Hydra; she did not like it, and she would never have it again. 

She snarled back, something she may have never done herself if not so incensed by her season: Control yourself. You speak about your sons and my mate, and she would fight for them, each of them. Revui and Arcturus are both too young to breed, and I can handle them. In their own distracted states, Hydra did not doubt her capability [swift to forget about her own handicap, as it were]; but more than that, she knew @Lyra would come swiftly enough to assist. She would also fight for Speedy, clearly; it was not the reason she was here to begin with, but the reason she remained. Every move Speedy took, Hydra was careful to seek to guard, to protect, to prevent. 

And if you want to speak of drooling men, you might soon be among them when not so mad. Unintentionally, she breathed, you yourself might act. So, I will not go, Hydra's own chin lifted, ready to confront her father head on if need be. She did not think she would be alone here, to protect Speedy—and just as she was about to speak further on it, that she would be the one to escort her, Hydra heard her mothers summoning howl. The call did not sound pleased, and her gaze turned to Speedy, to measure her. She looked apologetic, at least. Not at all proud. Hydra sighed. She had done a decent job of making a mess of things, but Hydra did not fault her for that. Her season Hydra could fix swiftly; she would not allow her father to prevent her of her right. She looked back to her father now. 

It seems we will all be escorting her. Speedy, I will walk with you. Dirge, protect our rear. Arcturus, Revui, make sure no one seeks to take advantage of us. Father, you too, For despite her anger with him, she did not think he would seek to hurt her in this. Or maybe he would. The moment was tense, boiling to the near brim; her mothers call served to cool Hydra a measure, but perhaps it would cause her father to erupt.

Certainly not her words; it could never be her who did wrong.