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the idea that the nameless stranger spoke of a someone rather than a something hadn't quite clicked into place yet. the hydra was a ruthless beast that could not tell friend from foe, so the idea that it protected it's family - or that it even had one in general - came across as quite the shock to the wayward yearling.

"i suppose it is good then that i am no threat", he let out with nervous laughter as he looked off to catch a glance of the mentioned mountain. he most certainly did not want to meet the fangs of any beast that might resided atop the summit, and so decided then and there that he'd do well to avoid causing trouble near this moonspear the greyscale titan spoke of.