Moonspear Traditional

Hydra's ear turned toward Dragomir as he spoke. It ought to have been scary; in hindsight, it was. But she had been young and wild, inheriting her mothers ruthlessness and her fathers ability to be quite unforgiving. Then and there she had known fear for but a moment, she imagined. Hydra did not want to picture her children in the same position but should they be? They would know what to do. Dragomir included, now. 

His question caused her to mull in silence for a brief moment as she wondered at that. Perhaps, she expressed, it was so long ago, though I cannot say I remember the scent of it. Truthfully I cannot think of any reason a wolf would trespass but for that, though—it spells, at best, serious injury for the trespasser. At worst, well, death. It simply did not make any sense, which led her to think that the sort who did were senseless and better off dead in any case. Sooner or later, they would find that end; if she could eradicate a threat before it became a greater one, why should she not do so?