Moonspear boss of me

Hydra's ears pricked. The name sounded vaguely familiar, and she glanced toward Jarilo. She could sense he wanted to spend his own quality time with this Clover, and so she mutely relented, but not without a pointed look: I want to know more, about the Firebirds, and perhaps Clover herself, as she had never seen Jarilo so... interested, before, and also: not too deep. Frankly, she did not want strangers meandering within their borders, but perhaps he could appeal to Clover's better nature and recruit her. She knew their father had brought another in at one point; she did not like it then, and she did not like it now. Other than a simple feeling, she had no reason to refuse Jarilo this time around. The cubs were children no more, after all, and she trusted them—and Jarilo—to do what they must should Clover not be so sweet as she seemed. 

So she simply nodded to Clover, satisfied for now, and went on her way, resuming her patrol with a confident step.