Moonspear you win or you die

Hydra hmm'd in agreeance, withdrawing only to nose his cheek fondly. She understood well enough his desire to be present in these matters, and the only reason he had not been that day was due to simple coincidence. 'Twas a day she hoisted the children upon him so that she might stretch her legs in one of the first instances she allowed herself to stretch her legs away from her children to give him true time with them... as well as get out any underlying aggression within her from her time as an absentee member. True, her reasons were legitimate—Hydra had been a new mother and had hardly been absent... but those days holed away were ones she had despised, as she thought of them now. For all of the love she held for her children, she did not miss those days of confinement. 

The call to return to them was stronger than she fathomed; she was back as quickly as she had gone. So long as you are not babysitting, she quipped with a wry smile... and then, more seriously: I would like you there, too, not for fear nor mistrust, but because he was her partner. Perhaps we can see how @Arcturus manages watching them; he would like to help in training them, her eyes flashed at this, wondering how he would do with both of the things she mentioned. With a laugh, she remembered, Once, it was me teaching him, protecting him, her voice carrying a great deal of affection. In those days, though, she had helped raise the litter before, too—more of an observational role, but she had always aligned closely to the one that still remained. Vela, in recent days, she grew closer to—loss, she supposed, saw to that.