Bramblepoint growing strong

Hydra, so focused on food, had not thought to respond to his proposition on the girl. Considering a beat, Hydra still did not want to say anything on it quite yet. She is very young for a leader, she drawled, what would your arrangement be? She asked next, squinting toward him. Did he think one so young to be a wise ally? Hydra considered this; she could be guided herself... but then, sometimes the young were too proud for their own good. Still... she had been wise enough to come to Moonspear. We will talk more of this, she cut in, we should summon the pack; that way, they may have their fill too, she drawled with a wag of her tail. I will herd the children and gather the pack; you mark what should not be eaten, perhaps his piss would deter them, but who knew?

Moving to give him a sharp, loving nip to his cheek, Hydra snickered before she wheeled around and bolted off, though one her haunches was ripe for a rejoinder as she slid over one of the messier rotten fruits.