Moonspear 七転び八起き

Hydra was perceptive, but could also—on some occasions—be as obtuse as her father. She did not much understand the psyche and how it could play into things to a severe degree, not entirely. Not unless she could relate to it, really... and she had a difficult time relating to sadness. It was too exhausting a thing to feel; any hint of it was replaced with something she could do something about through her self-serving rational. The only thing added to the flames within Hydra was more fuel—not even the death of their parents had reduced the flame, though it had obscured the blinding light of it for a brief time. 

She heard her brother, though, and deferred to his judgment here. Arcturus had been through his own abandonments, new and old alike; a sister, a brother, and the loss of their mother and father. He felt things far more keenly than she, though few would know it; Arcturus was adept at concealing what was within, and had she not helped in rearing him as she had Hydra herself would not have known what it was he had felt in those days. 

I agree, she responded, having decided that long ago—simply not soon enough. Her gaze shifted to him, head tilting. I have only experienced one such manner of a wolf. You remember, Hydra drawled, expecting him to. Hydra had warned him often enough of Titmouse; that he was a boy that preyed on the weak, not looking so strong himself—but he must have used his patheticness to his advantage. Galaxy had been green enough to be killed easily by him; it was why, ever since then, she made sure those that she cared for were equipped to deal with the unexpected, whatever that might be. With a sigh, Hydra looked toward the horizon. He was meant to be dead; Towhee had informed her of this. 

Even still, she could not believe it. Lyra had suspected she had seen him, which Hydra had promptly relayed to the rest of the Spear—if he was not dead, she would see it done herself. With the rest of her brothers and sisters teeth if necessary—insurance could not hurt, here. However it was done if the rumor of his living was to be believed (which she did), she did not care so long as it was. 

It may not be him; it matters not if it is, or if it is not. They will die for it, if what seems to be is. Her children would not be in jeapordy from the likes of any, if she had it her way; Hydra strove for this to be so with tooth and claw combined.