Moonspear beautiful

Hydra heard the call, though had been hunting with @Dirge and @Alya when it first came. In the din of the hunt Hydra thought of little else but for taking down the meal for her cubs and her pack, though once the young thing was brought down Hydra, breathing heavily, found recognition sinking in. It had been Praimfaya that had called, and the matriarch thought of the time she had spent searching for the runaway girl. Thought of the time she had discovered the girl had not been hurt, or missing, but had fled wordlessly in vengeful mourning. For the girl Hydra had a seed of hope planted within her own heart that she would grow here, fight among them to see vengeance done... train to aid her in reaching her full potential... but in her absence, Hydra plucked the thing from where it had begun to take root. 

Minutes were nothing to the days Hydra had worried after her. After a girl she would have protected with her own life, killed for. Hydra was granted no such respect, and she recalled that not all things would be requited. It was disappointing, to be sure, but a reminder that further grounded her. 

Hydra answered her son after he called, the hunt finished: I am on my way. And then she was, though she was not quick about it; she picked her way across familiar paths long since memorized, thinking all the while of why it was that Praimfaya had elected to come now. Some might say "better late than never", but Hydra was as of yet undecided as to where she fell upon that spectrum. It was fortunate that Praimfaya was young; the matriarch found it was she, herself, who was wrong to overestimate the girl who was born to be Commander. She was, after all, still a girl. 

It was with this thought that Hydra increased her pace until she found them; she emerged from the woodwork with blood and gristle still upon her person, and her nostrils flared as she saw the girl she had searched for. She drew alongside her son with her plume settled comfortably over her hindquarters and ears erect, and her hard gaze lingered upon Praimfaya; there was nothing about her to reveal how she felt to see her there, then. Hydra herself had yet to determine her feelings on it even still, after all.