Moonspear change in the house of flies

Ty. Hydra nods, and gestures to the cache. Welcome, Ty—eat, then get to work. Let there be nothing here to lure any others, am I understood? She demanded, then inquired; only once he gave her the affirmative did Hydra pick up the meal for her children, drifting back near him to mark the borders he had lingered near (aways from him, not desiring to mark him with her piss) before she returned to him to provide him the safety-net of their scent, attempting to rub against him. He was pack, now. Once that was all said and done, Hydra moved on her way to find her cubs to feed them.