Moonspear and strong when you are weak

Hydra listened to Praimfaya with interest. Again her eyes fall toward the newly interrupted furs, where the wounds that would turn to scars rest. How many of those might she have, she wondered? She had lost count of how many she had killed—their faces blurred into one another. And more yet to come, she thought darkly. 

As Praimfaya spoke of what she had gained, Hydra rumbled in appreciation of what she offered. Hydra considered things in silence while Praimfaya spoke. Her thoughts roamed to the war she had, internally, been planning. She had indeed been raising fighters, training her subordinates, planning expansion, beyond—not simply for her Wilderness. Largely for it, to protect it, to keep it safe... but also to remove the threat of Caiaphas, of Merrick, of his counterpart. To eradicate any like them. 

She had not been idle in this work. And as the prey returned, and their bellies were full again, Hydra's focus shifted to them—tenfold, now, given the return of who the matriarch believed, wholeheartedly, was the nightshade who ran with Merrick. Hydra's march had lengthened and a savage look was within her eyes as she turned to look to Praimfaya. 

Do you feel prepared for war? Hydra inquired, referring back to her own point that there was much to discuss. It was something she wondered; in her mind, Hydra was coming to the place that soon it might be time for this. Hydra also considered the life that would soon be growing within; Hydra could train her wolves, guide them, before she sequestered herself so that they might continue their training before she returned again. Hydra would not leave her subordinates unprepared while she stowed away. 

sort of vague b/c per discussion rebs is starting up a backdated thread, hence awareness here!