Silverlight Terrace you and i,

Truthfully, Hydra did. And she had never known of a leader who did not understand that much but for those unexperienced. They were doomed to fail, Hydra imagined. Hydra could only hope her own education had caused the girl to wisen up and return home, swiftly—seek to repair any damage she had done to herself in reuniting with that one wolf, or else having Ying terminate what was begotten. Maybe do it herself, like Zafina had—or ask Hydra for aid. 

Ying was an interesting, surprising woman though. Here and now, she put Hydra before Hua—though perhaps she misunderstood that much. The army? Yes, Hydra drawled, lifting her head a measure. I presume your sister has agreed to it, then? Or did Ying not answer to her any longer? Really, Hydra wondered what this meant for the she-wolf she would have enjoyed calling a sister of her own.