Moonspear who knows, if she never showed up what could've been

Hydra heeded the call swiftly, her heart leaping to hear the sound of her sons song. Alive, her mind confirmed what her soul had known. No less relieved for that, though, the matriarch made way to the borders. There were not two there, but three—Hydra's attention lingered upon the girl for a long moment, but observing that Osiris and Desdemona were both at ease she deduced that she was no enemy to them and moved first to inspect them with her nose; no new injuries, no indication of hurt upon them, no scent of the enemy... Hydra could breathe again, drinking in a breath then that brought about the full capacity of her lungs ability. Exchanging scents with them so that again they wore Moonspear, Hydra felt the eyes of the girl upon her and at last rewarded her with her attention. 

The hazel eyes that had been upon her were quick to avert, though Hydra detected familiarity there. Hydra, however, did not know Leta... did she? Taking a step forward to gingerly sniff at the other, Hydra knew that she had been correct. There was nothing from where she had come from to detect now, thanks to the mud and the rains stripping such things from each present. She looked to her son and Desdemona both for an explanation before speaking. Who had they brought here?