Moonspear and strong when you are weak

Hydra was swift in her arrival, close enough to do so. The matriarch regards the recently wounded Praimfaya with interest, ears pricked forward. The wounds were not so recent as for Hydra to think that they were caused by anyone nearby; her proficient eye could see they had healed over, though the ones that were not were likely due to her travels.

So, I take it your visit was a success, Hydra hummed with a small wave of her plume. Good. Hydra gestured to her side as she turned; given Praimfaya had discussed with her the reasoning behind her [brief] absence, the matriarch had elected to allow her back within their ranks. She had not disappeared without a word, after all, and had expressed her intent to return to boot. 

There is much to discuss. But first, tell me of your own battles, she encouraged, wondering what new things the girl might have learned in her time away.