Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

Just a note @Nyra, Hydra takes looking her in the eye as a challenge due to her attitude toward dominance, and sees it as a physical challenge so if Nyra does not look away/submit Hydra will likely attack! Other play wolves are more casual about eye-contact so I get the confusion there, but Hydra herself is very strict about body language/eye contact! <3 <3 <3 

 

The truth of it was, hearing the story of Caiaphas and her origins she could understand driving away competitors. The telling of her previous subordinate did the man no favors, either—who was he, really? Had he not been found dead Hydra would have believed him, then, to have abandoned his children as he had abandoned his first pack... as Dacio had said in any case. It was all relatively difficult to follow, but she could not find much fault with Caiaphas in that the mercenary had been an old enemy of hers; did Hydra not hunt her own enemies the very same? Besides, it appeared she had not killed them. 

The problem rest in her hunting children innocent of their fathers crimes, as it stood. Though Hydra also saw the sense in it as she had considered, unbeknownst to all, doing the very same for her fathers children that very well may be out there if natural disaster had not come against them to help them find their early grave. Innocent, but they carried the blood of a wolf that had lied to her and one of the best men she knew; what sort of wolf would that grow to be? Detestable and foul, she had already concluded. 

But while they were children they were safe. Hydra was not the sort to cull those that could not defend themselves. She would not save them either, but she would not kill them if she were to see them. As loathsome as she could be, Hydra could not ever do so low a thing—though she felt she had enough reason to. 

Easthollow this woman had said, test. Greyback was not a name she yet knew, not that she could recall... but in this moment, all she could think of was that this pale woman before her could be a spy. She had heard the word 'Easthollow' and employed it now, Hydra fashioned within her mind—too convenient, her story. Why pass a test and be shown the door? This did not make sense to Hydra either—

Perhaps the other meant well in their next action. But Hydra pressed forward, crowding the other and letting a sound far more fearsome than thunder roll from the stormcloud of her parted lips; were Andraste still here, she would see at last her strikes were far more terrible and relentless than lightning—for she would not cease until death came, in this instance for more reason than one. The challenge she saw, and the very real potential that this was an enemy in sheeps clothing. 

Submit now, her posture demanded, the aura of the strength she possessed and would unleash radiating from her person, or die. To look away, to melt into the earth, to reveal her belly—all this Hydra would accept as apology should she smell the truth of Nyra's apology upon her. Dacio did not appear to smell Caiaphas on her, which for now worked in the others favor enough that Hydra did not move against her then and there.