Moonspear and she offers me sleep

Hydra listened to her sister. The truth of it all was that it still did not make much sense to her, though if it made sense to Vela and this was what made her happy Hydra found she did not need to. Whoever it is you pick, they had better put you first, she huffed with a lash of her tail. Vela was an Ostrega, after all, and they deserved the best. As for pups, well, Hydra's interest came late—perhaps eventually, Vela would want them too—but time would tell. As long as you are happy with who you pick, Vela, she said at length. Even if the thought confounded her, it was not for her to make sense of; it had nothing to do with her. She neither approved nor disapproved, not knowing such a thing was necessary. 

Come, let us track some game, Hydra elected next, wanting to distract her mind, body, and soul with this task. The duo moved on, Hydra simply glad for her being here.