Moonspear call on me, call me

Hydra considered, and licked her chops. Perhaps you are right there. Has he said anything else to you on the topic of her...? Or any she-wolf, she drawled. Because perhaps it was not Wraen; perhaps it had been another wrapped into this that she had not even begun to consider. It would be a shame to bring back things that were meant to be bygones. She was not one to do so, but she had plenty of reason (within her own mind, naturally) to dislike the woman. Her coming here was for no other reason than to continue to spin the story, she imagined. Even when Hydra begged for her brother to speak with her, Hydra awaited the day she heard of her nefarious intent upon Arcturus returning to her. A hurt look passed her features. He never spoke to me on such things. He hid much from me, it seems, she shook her head. Never would she understand why. For all of his life, Hydra had never struck him true. They had sparred, and spoke, and argued... and perhaps he did not share some things for discomfort, but... but why? Truly, why? She had thought them closer than that...

Her heart stung, and her eyes cast downward. She swallowed the tears that might spring to her own eyes. How wrong she had been. But at least he had someone to speak with like Kukutux; she was good, all around. As Hydra looked to her, she wondered how Wraen might misconstrue her own character. Was there a way?