Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

It was a family affair, in more ways than one. As Hydra descended upon the scene she saw all appearing to withhold their teeth in favor of something else, and the matriarch understood why soon enough; this was a brother of Merrit. All children of Valette she had, herself, shared respect toward due to their alliance; she was shocked, and disappointed, to hear of one of her brood trespassing. It was the first time any of her brood had done such, and she wondered why his education was so lacking. 

Her gaze fell upon Clay, cold but not unfeeling. She thought of her boys; she thought of Dragomir. Clay, himself, was family in a secondhand manner; a nephew-in-law, or perhaps it was a second cousin. Semantics. The season was unforgiving, and Hydra often was herself. Her kindness was only ever abused, and yet—Valette had healed Alya when she had come to them like this. 

She hated to feel indebted. Hydra had taken in Merrit for different, more selfish reasons... they were brothers in arms, now, meant to fight alongside one another. She fought for all the Wilderness; Clay among them, she supposed, though she thought him very dim for his error. Looking to Merrit then, Hydra stepped toward him. He has made an error; he will never learn if you shelter him, and though it will not be my fangs that put an end to him today it will soon be someone elses if he does not learn. Hydra then was quick to circle around to get a better look at the injured boy, licking her chops. Her unsettling gaze was still upon him, her authority clear enough as one ear turned toward her mate. 

He could learn here while he heals. I do not think it wise he travels in this condition while those that might seek to harm him are... well, we do not know yet, she pondered aloud, wondering what her mate might think of the proposition. Winter was difficult to search within, but they were in the beginnings of that search; Winter was also difficult to travel within. Injured, even more so. What provoked you to trespass? Typically, we kill those that do for their foolishness, if not for the threat they might come to present for kindness, she drawled. Clay had made an adult error, and was not so young to be forgiven readily; she would treat him as such, and not talk around him about the direction his life could come to fall in.