Altar of Twilight Unleashed

Interesting. Strange, how one believed they wanted something... but when they received it, it ended up not being what they pictured. Although in peripherals Hydra could see that the question hit so hard that she looked to be struck, Hydra did not look to her head-on so that Tzila could recover as she darted toward a tuft of fur that clung to rock. The revelation revealed was one that caused Hydra to look back at the she-wolf, who seemed deeply effected by it. 

By the look of her, one could not guess their age difference. Tzila was a large, sturdy, strong looking she-wolf. There was a feral edge to her that Hydra's eye caught and quite enjoyed, and this was a side to Tzila Hydra would never imagined was there. But here it was. Hydra did not think it was something often revealed, but Tzila was vulnerable before her then. Such a thing was hardly seen as weak; Hydra always admired when a wolf who could speak the naked truth simply as it was. 

Hydra was no counselor, and thus out of her depth here in helping to heal. But the matriarch knew that sometimes, someone only wanted to be heard. Hydra was an adept listener, and could certainly do at least that for the distraught, lost woman. Again Hydra sensed Tzila had more to say, though gave her the space to speak without asking. Hydra imagined Tzila was reflecting, and did not want to infringe upon that moment. With a shake of her furs, Hydra took a step toward Tzila to invite her to speak further. Though she had no answer to give for the thought of letting Tzila expand if she so wished, her ears rounded toward Tzila even when her snout pressed against the earth so as for her to know she was being listened to. Heard. At her own pace.