Moonspear a wrench for your wrench

Hydra listened to her brother quietly, registering everything that was said. Hydra did not mind additional bloodlines here, it was only that among the men within Moonspear that could breed, Jarilo had more than earned the right as surely as Arcturus had. Kukutux had asked for a husband, and should Jarilo or Arcturus not wish for it to be them then there might very well be another more willing; she simply wanted to be sure it was what her brother wanted. 

It seemed to be that he did. It was not refused or brushed aside. Perhaps Jarilo struggled to come to terms with it more because of what Charon had done than his lack of wanting it. 

Hydra hummed, of course she knows. It was how she was raised; it is her culture. And it is natural for you not to know. Father may have only discussed it with you, but having a mate and children is not a requirement for any of us. But if it is something you do desire, there is an opportunity there now with Kukutux when her time comes. There is no right or wrong answer here for you, or for her. You do the best thing for her by refusing it, if you are not ready and do not want this. And for you, too, she advised. She did not want him to feel forced; she just wanted his happiness, but would not push a square peg into a shape that it did not belong with.

That he did seem to know, though, meant he must want it... as he had not spoken to the contrary. 

As for Clover, they could only guess. Hydra did not want to concern him with further speculations that were only supposings, and as he sighed Hydra took a step toward him, leaning backward on her hinds so as to sling a foreleg around him in a manner meant as a sisterly embrace, their equivalent of a hug, should he not move. Things had been much to serious as of late; all work, no play. 

And so she withdrew, slapping her forelegs against the snowy earth with a rumble, before snapping leisurely at the hind leg nearest to her and springing away whether her fiendish nip landed or not.