Moonspear shot caller

Hydra was an instinctive creature, and thought nothing of the morality that came with making sure the life presented to their borders—dead already—was rid of efficiently, as the presence of that scent lured far greater predators. Hydra sought to make correct where her father had went wrong. 

She watched him then, drifting as he did when he heard things he did not like to. As she sat there before him, speaking, it felt just as it had when he was a boy. Hydra could not help but smile at the thought as she looked to him, not knowing at all of his own turmoil with Moonspear and its way. What about it had done him any wrong, after all? What was there to suppose? I know all of this talk is... uncomfortable. I just... I do not want you to feel... alone, or... confused, Hydra remembered how it had felt before she had gone into her own season. All that and more!  I think Dirge might have been the better one to have this talk with, she considered belatedly, a little sheepish in her admittance of it. Hydra had not thought of it before, she just... she wanted him to know. 

Hydra took a step nearer to him. Are you cross with me? she asked then, unsure if he was displeased with her or the situation at hand.