Moonspear When darkness speaks, it changes everything.

Hydra was quiet as he recounted the events. As for what the other believed, Hydra's muzzle wrinkled. I am of the same mind. Their typical quarry tends to be young, alone, and who they hope are defenseless, she rumbled. Hydra had taught Osiris, and the rest of their children, much, but she imagined that in the moment all was forgotten in the shocking whirlwind of events. She would need to do more. 

After a moments more thought, Hydra asked: do you think you left any lasting injuries? A scar to identify her by would be wonderful on a black wolf with—perhaps—blue eyes. A blue-eyed, black-furred wolf looked upon him now after all. Even where he injured her would suffice there, if the injury was one that would simply heal. Would it slow her down? How badly?