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

Hydra smirked at her sisters words, ears leaning forward as she considered for a moment before saying, ...I think we both should. @Lyra, too, she added, after all, I have not met him. I would like to see him, she decided. Thinking back on her sisters words, @Tywyll came to mind; he had not been among them for very long, but he had made her a promise.

A wolf not elite in body is our Omega, at present—to be among us, to live, he has promised me anything—everything. Time to find out if he is an honest man, and if he would give chase with them! Fight, eat—whatever the meal might be. And if he was not the sort he had said, well, she and her sisters might end up with two courses rather than one. And if he was, perhaps Tywyll would be fed again—this time, fresher meat ideally. She had high hopes for the Omega, though—what would he do to survive, thrive?