Big Salmon Lake far from grace

Hydra turned to the other as she suggested she could search for them, if permitted. Hydra licked her chops. Mmm. I would rather you rest first, and integrate with the pack beforehand. And should you ever come across them, call for any of Moonspear. We will practice self-defense together, should they become aggressive... which they might. Only when you are comfortable with searching should you go, Hydra hummed. The matriarch did not want the other to step outside of her comfort zone and put herself at risk if she did not feel she was ready for that. Hydra could understand that, of course... she wanted all of her subordinates safe. New, and old. 

Ah, Hydra drawled. She herself had never experienced itchy paws. Wanderlust was not in her own nature. Hydra had been rooted to Moonspear for three years. She suspected it would be that way for the rest of her life, however long or short that might be. Well, should itchy paws be a natural predisposition... perhaps scouting might be something of interest to you. Where you can travel, learn of other packs and other wolves and gain information and share what is learned with my mate and I... Dirge, he is Moonspears King. The Wilds are vast here. There is always something to learn, she thought aloud with a wave of her tail. The faces within Moonspear were loyalists. There were others, not of their blood, that might come and go... but there was always some sort of change beyond them, Hydra had found.