Moonspear you are to me like a very, very wild thing

Much had unfolded in her sisters absence, and throughout it all Hydra yearned for her presence. How she would have loved Alya at her side the day they gave chase to feed their own, and how she would have loved more for she, Alya, and Lyra to hunt as they had in their youth for those that may seek to harm those within their fold—

She was thankful for their connection to know that she was well within the wilds and had not come to harm as she had long ago. But Alya was wiser now, as she herself was; Hydra knew her sister was a woman who lived and learned as few others seemed to. But the Queen missed her while she was gone; in the meantime, she worked with @Nikai when she could to ensure he could hold his own upon three legs well enough not to meet an easy defeat should any seek to come against them. 

Her mirror image had heard her arrival, but had left her to reunite with her husband. Hydra knew Alya would come to seek her soon, but she was not altogether prepared to feel the relief she felt upon seeing her. Hydra cared not for the length of the absence, only that she was well and returned! The Queen headed toward where they frequently haunted without real conscious thought, moving to drink from the waters that lingered before their cave decorated with an assortment of skull and bones around—and within—it. 

Hydra lifted her head and peered over her shoulder, ears pricked as she sought her reflection.