Moonspear BWP5—siren

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Hydra returned home, no worse for wear though feeling more than a little frustrated for her find. It was not good, and did not bode well for remaining prey. They would need to be careful; this sort of sickness had the reek to it that Hydra knew meant it was best to be avoided. She howled to her pack so that they would know of her findings; any could come for her to explain more, but the message that was carried by the wind was for her subordinates to avoid the sickly creature in the Wilderness that would pose a greater risk than reward for them all. 

The Queen carried the remnants of its scent for any to know for themselves the sensation she had felt in the pit of her belly. 

Others could fell it, if they wanted, but not them. Let them die; Hydra thought of Moonspears survival, but hoped in her heart that the Nightwalkers, too, were wise enough to leave it alone. Perhaps one of them had heard her if they, too, were near; it was not without thought that Hydra had sounded off.