Firefly Glen meet in the middle,

An army, Hydra hums with a wan little smile. Ying is young, but can be guided. You, too, are young. There is much for you both to learn still. Father had great ambitions for me—for us all, by proxy, as they were one. He foresaw that I would be able to do what he had always wished to. Take over this Wilderness, she drawled, and protect it from the evils outside of it. This woman does seek a mate, and therefore, a father to her children. Where she seeks to lay claim is near the coast. The resources there are abundant, I am sure; we will have to see for ourselves. Ultimately, in times of war, in times of famine, you would answer to me, she was Queen, after all, but in other affairs—I would listen to you, hear you, as father and mother did with me. Hydra would have several seconds in this way, but also be able to continue to teach, to guide. If children were begotten of their union, the coast would see them fed. 

Perhaps the Bay, Hydra romanticized. They would need to see it, but there was no one she would like to see lay claim to it more than her own family. Protect. And stay yourself too, brother. Do not breed with women not arranged, if you are prepared for this sort of future, she hummed. Where he could lead, and help in the building of an army—their families army, as Ying would ultimately become this.