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The Northern mountains, if rumor is to be believed, she drawled, remembering all the facts told to her as they had been delivered. The matriach sighed. We should train, and be ready to defend. Attack, if need be. Part of me just wishes to wipe them from the map like the scum that they are. Leave them, and they might only grow, her muzzle wrinkled. Kill them? Remove the threat entirely. It sounded easy, in theory, but Hydra knew a great deal more went into these things than simply that. 

But, she would work hard to see it done. Train endlessly if it meant their ruin. She peered to Dirge, though, knowing his mind was more sound than her own that was all too ready for war. She leaned toward him and sighed against a velvety eartip, I just do not want for them to grow and be a threat to our children... past, present, or future, a twinkle in her eye then and there, but she pressed on, still. I will not be hasty, and I would appreciate your own wisdom on the matter.