Firefly Glen don't call my name, don't call my name

The question was a fair one, and Hydra's ears pricked. But she was too tired to find amusement then and there, and too exhausted to be irritated with the others nonanswer. If you truly would like to find out, you will tell me if you have come across her, Hydra rejoined in turn, at the very least willing to partake in Norah's game for a while. It was a decent distraction at least, but Hydra could not afford to turn away from her task for too long. Her voice was not hard, nor fierce, though there was some concern apparent as she looked to Norah.

Still, if she had, then the inquiry was worth it. But Hydra doubted it; she sought one wolf for months on end, and had yet to find her from several encounters. This, she imagined, would be no different than the rest. But Hydra was relentless. She would not give up, or lose faith. Hydra did not think the other truly wanted anything in any case, but if she did Hydra listened nonetheless.