Moonspear White And Red Roses

I just want to see ma and pa, Korei expressed mournfully. 

Do you? Hydra snapped in turn, already angry, taking another step closer as Korei adjusted her own position to face her. Incensed by her scent, Hydra's muzzle wrinkled as she rumbled: they wanted to see you, too, Korei; you left them, you ran from them, you let them think you were dead— another step as spittle flew, an intake of sharp breath as she continued in a heated exhale: Alya told us you lived, not you, and now, now you want to see them, see Galaxy's grave, Galaxy, whose murderer you sympathized with! 

Yes, yes; she was justified in doing what she must here. Korei Julia was too weak, too dumb; she would never survive this world anyway, not for much longer. How she had made it so long Hydra did not know, and never would have cared if she had not seen her again—but this! Coming to her mountain in heat, trespassing—Korei Julia meant to challenge her authority. In little ways, she always did; Hydra had never been bothered by it, thought much of it. She was harmless, was she not? 

Not here and now; this heat, she could beget a child from any. From her own subordinates, which likely she meant to do as a challenge to her own authority. Perhaps she was never harmless; perhaps Korei Julia was far more clever than any gave her credit for. Herself included. 

Hydra took another step forward, ears pricked as she wondered what her sister might have to say to that.