Moonspear Trespassers beware

Hydra nodded mutely in rejoinder; she was not enthused to lose a capable she-wolf, but the matriarch was nothing if not a tactical woman. It simply was not feasible; there were enough mouths to feed, and with the famine Hydra was less inclined to open her arms to just anyone. Already within their ranks were many worthy wolves who could feed the young that would surely come. Hydra considered them. Still, though, perhaps at another point things would be different. May we meet again, Hydra drawled with a slow wave of her tail. And ideally under better circumstances, though that went without saying.

At the very least the other could know without doubt it truly had nothing to do with her. Whether they thought as much or not did not make a true difference to the matriarch, though there was something about the woman before her that intrigued the Ostrega enough to not mind the thought of seeing her again. Hydra would linger only long enough to watch the other depart, and once she was no longer visible the matriarch turned to Desdemona with an inviting chuff—Hydra intended to continue to patrol, and if Desdemona wished she could join her. With that, she was on her way.