Great Bear Wilderness on the road to a paradise

Hydra walked with the she-wolf in silence for a brief time, gathering all of her bearings. There was much to think about; Revui and Arcturus had, to her knowledge, not yet reunited and Hydra was full aware of Arcturus and his resentment toward him then. She wondered if things might come to blows between them, and rather hoped not... but understood too well that this season made men far more neanderthal than anything else. It was what led Hydra to the conclusion that in all things, women were superior. The season could reduce some to simpering little things, as needy and as desperate as a newborn cub for sustenance—she discounted those in her consideration. Those sort were as good as men. And while she held her brothers in the highest esteem, she saw with her own eyes what the season did to them. They were not themselves.

Dirge should have taught them better, but it was not as though he could know how they would act. She would have him educate their sons on this, on how to behave. And her brothers too on how to be better too. None but Jarilo seemed to listen to her in reference to the season; at the heart of it, knew it was not disrespect. Arcturus had been doing much the same as she in seeking their enemy, and now Ying was in season. Time would tell what would be yielded from that. She hoped Revui would use his brain to pursue her, even if only just this once! 

Composed now, and her temper even, Hydra regarded the coastal wolf with an ear that swiveled in her direction as she spoke. Hydra's other senses were upon the erratic trail that had been left behind by the bloodied man with but half of a face, marking over them with the lift of her leg, or the kicking of dirt over the offending spot until the scent was covered by her own overpowering and dominant musk. 

Once the other had finished, Hydra looked to her, falling into step with the she-wolf. You did not know, and so there is nothing to forgive, Hydra drawled, her blue eyes regarding the sister of Ying. They were so very different both in constitution and looks, but there was no doubt that the same blood coursed between them both. Perhaps now, though, seeing what heat could bring to ones doorstep, Huā could understand Hydra's immediate reaction to her arrival in such a state. Hydra had only spoken with Ying in reference to thinking of pairing her with someone, and had only just met Huā when she had come to her then. 

But there was no residual anger for it. It had been an error that Huā had not once sought to defend upon the realization of it, and the respect given was therefore answered. Between them now was simply a clean and empty slate. Hydra's path was ever-changing, strange as Rose's path had been, to pay it due diligence and obscure it. What she had thought before came to light in her mind again, and before they delved into their talks of alliance Hydra thought it prudent to know: are you able to defend yourself, Huā? The injured male may be followed, and it will be us he finds first if he is being trailed and they are near, Hydra warned. Her senses were divided, though it looked as though they were for the dark-headed she-wolf alone as her eyes beheld her; an ear upon Huā, an ear upon the Wilderness surrounding them. Her nose was ever at work, searching for any strangers within the shadows further than her ears would permit her to hear.