Moonspear I will keep you safe

Hydra appreciated his inquisitiveness; knowing was important, and she felt in this he may even take after her. Because there is something wrong with them, she explained, something different. There are wolves that lie because they think it is the right thing, but it never is; the truth always has a way of being discovered, she drawled—somehow, Hydra had a way of sniffing it out. Not everyone should be given the answers to the questions they ask, though; strangers, for example, might use the knowledge you give them against you. Her ears pricked as she spoke, looking to his features. It was a lot of information to give someone of his age, and even the new mother understood that much. We will get more into that another time. For now, know that you must always be honest with your family, she hummed. 

Hydra nodded to his inquiry. It is, she confirmed. She had various scents upon her, and therein lie the challenge. She wondered if her son might have a knack for depicting smells as she had—though she did not expect him to be able to follow them quite yet. The scent she wanted him to uncover for himself was the moose she and her mate had come across, but she was pleased to hear him identify other scents he recalled as well.