Moonspear a wrench for your wrench

Hydra held her breath without knowing she did. 

Her ears pricked as she listened to the winds that howled in return only for silence to descend uncomfortably all around her. She wished for her mother then, a fierce longing within her heart. Hydra could not remember in her lifetime dealing with she-wolves that just wandered in this state, and the truth of it was Hydra did not know what to do with it. Her vexation was such that she wanted to curb each and every bitch she came across, and that was pure instinct. Hydra had not observed Dirge keep any of the men in line, and they came and went as they wished... though Hydra supposed she trusted them all enough to know better. 

But that was not the real problem. The problem was that she trusted no others. The problem was, her father had been taken advantage of. Was there ever a man so willfull and strong-minded as him? If it could happen to him, could it not, then, happen to his sons? Her brothers? 

The edges of her visions blackened, and her chest ached as her heart raced in a desparate bid for air. And then there was the grey form of him, and Hydra exhaled heavily. A whoosh of air came from her, and her head lifted while her tail waved. The relief she felt was truly a palpable, and next visible, thing as her tail swung loosely behind her. I am sorry to have called you like that, Hydra admitted then as she met him halfway in long-legged strides. I have a request of you. One that I leave entirely to you, in the choice that you make. But with Spring upon us, and Kukutux proposal... it is time we discuss where your mind has come to in the matter of you two... of your future with her, Hydra drawled. Do you want this? There was a reason for her asking this of him now, which he would come to find; Hydra never acted without thought, even in this moment where she had been quick to call him.