Moonspear BWP5—siren

Hydra tilted her head and considered, I suppose there is some peace to be found, in that finality, she drawled with a tilt of head. Hydra, thinking a little longer, found she thought much the same. Better to know ones enemy was dead than to know otherwise. It caused unrest in ones soul, otherwise. Though I tell you this—that she does not care is, I believe, but a lie. It is she who has come with news of your enemies. What I think, she drawled, is that it was convenient for her to release you and your sister so as to achieve her own ends. Someday I think she might beg for your forgiveness, an ear-flick, as she drawled, a fate worse than death for her might be your denying her that. But by the time that came to be, he could be full-grown and wiser having forgotten his own resentment of her in the first place, ready to release it. 

After a beat, Hydra blinked and said, whatever it is you decide, Dragomir, I am with you, she hummed, I do not know all you have went through, and I do not expect or wish for you to tell me unless you desire to. But we are pack. Pack is a different sort of family. It is the sort you choose. I know it was your father who made this decision for you and your sister, and it was the last thing he had ever done, she realized, though that does not mean any less. We are here for you, and with you. Your adversary's are out there; we have told none of your being here. We have asked your mother, too, to share with no one your location; I leave it to you, who you trust with such knowledge, and your sister. 

She went quiet, then, so as to see if he understood her lengthy dialogue. She could see he fought his tears, and Hydra rumbled her advisement, release your emotions today. Forget them tomorrow. Do not give those feelings power over you for more than that. The Queen then regarded him and gestured to his hinds. How do you feel, physically? Arcturus tells me you have been working hard, she drawled, ears cupped toward him. Hydra need not be told to know it; the scent of he and his sweat from his diligent efforts could be noted where he trained. 

He had lost some weight, though... she realized Dragomir likely knew not of where all of their food was kept, quite yet. She would need to show him, though wished there might be more fresher fare for them. Again she thought of that foul smelling moose and wondered what it might mean.