Moonspear And Smitten the Nightingale had Become.

Arcturus emerged upon the scene, and she acknowledged his arrival with a flick of her notched ear. Only when he sounded off did her glacal blue eyes shift from the bodies to him, and by then no time at all had passed since he himself realized what it was his eyes rest upon. Zafina, who is no longer welcome here, procreated during her season without approval from any leader; what you see are her bastards. She knew they would not be welcome here, and so she fled—and likely killed them herself, Hydra really did not care about the who, or the why. Just that it was done. With a sigh and a shake of her head, Hydra shrugged. She could not interpret the message, and even then, did not much care. They were dead, and that was that. Hydra inquired, not wanting to bore him with the logistics if he did not care to understand: would you like to know more of all things that transpired these past few weeks?

And, after that, Hydra gazed down at the bodies and said, we must get rid of the bodies. They will attract scavengers. And if their own mother did not wish to see them buried... Well, who was she to interfere with that, and exert energy on the undeserving? With a sigh, Hydra stooped over one, and began to gobble it down dispassionately. There was nothing hateful about it; she simply responded to the more primal part of her nature.