Firefly Glen meet in the middle,

Hydra withheld her grin once again, though it was difficult. Keeping her expression flat and void of anything was natural to her, but this level of amusement was quite difficult to come by these days. Still, if it was at her brothers expense Hydra refused to let it surface. This was too serious a topic with too severe a consequence to laugh in the face of. His blustering made it evident enough they had not, and Hydra licked her chops. Well, I will remind you of the lesson, then, just as I have done for Arcturus and Yama, she drawled; he need not feel alone in his lack of knowing, or any uncertainty there. More than that, Hydra would never leave him in the dark.

There are scents on the wind that perhaps call to your attention more than others. The closer you become, the more prominent your attention to it is. It is the scent of a woman in heat. When a woman has that scent upon her, she can become with child—though not alone. She needs a male, who will find that scent perhaps impossible to resist. And some can even tempt the male to do what he otherwise would not with this scent, as Speedy had, she hummed, to make him see how strong this scent could effect a man, because the male is essential in the making of children. If you give in to compulsion and do what instinct makes seem impossible to refuse, then children could be yielded from it. I have yet to see when children did not result from the event, Hydra revealed, thinking back some while she regarded her brother. She was silent now, awaiting any questions he might have.