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

She did not believe those rumors herself; she knew prey sensed danger, but then, where else could they have gone? If wolves were coming here from lands beyond in search for food what other answer could there really be? Still... Hydra did not want to think that way. More likely they had gone somewhere underground themselves; that was worth investigating. 

Hydra listened to her sisters advice, ambivalent about the words; she agreed with them, truth be told. If it came to it, Hydra had no issue in eating any and all dead things they found, wolf or not. Hydra had begun to think much the same way, in any event, about wolves they might let into their ranks. Weak did not seem wise; it would waste their stores on those not among their ranks who had long since earned their keep. They were not a sanctuary. 

It might, Hydra drawled, considering, but then, we would survive. We will do what is necessary when it comes down to it, with a sigh. Trespassers would be devoured for certain; meat would not be wasted. Her gaze shifted to Alya, and she hummed, We have allies in our neighbors, the Nightwalkers. I feel like you might enjoy them; they remind me some of Blackfeather, though... not so principled, or well trained, either; their work could be messy, and then there is one wolf who is trying to claim Neverwinter Forest—Dirge says he is mouthy. Maybe we should eat him, she quipped, grinning wickedly.

She had missed her; she had missed this. She felt a reawakening; a part of her stirring that her sisters ever evoked, but that always existed within.