Moonspear The beaten

Though it was belated, Hydra did arrive. She was investigating the state of Moonspear with the recent rains; the caches, thus far, seemed fine... though she imagined with the increase in prey, there would likely additionally be an increase in predator, too. Fox, coyotes, and the like might come to try their hand at what was already buried. For th time all was well, but she marked them once more. 

She saw the young Valour then, and looked to the assembly before her. Hydra was glad to see her son there, and Bronco too... Desdemona was as well, though the woman was like a shadow to the borders of the Spear as she herself could be. Departing from said shadows, Hydra emerged from the treeline and picked her way expertly down, drawling in greeting: Valour, with pricked ears. Sidling alongside her subordinates, who she looked to appreciatively, Hydra had no doubt she would hear the reason behind his visit here from whoever might wish to say so first.