Moonspear it’s not meant to be

From accent alone, Hydra knew where it was he was from. Though this was not one of Hūa's; Hydra would have recognized him if not by sight then by scent. He confirmed it to them both, and Hydra's ear turned to Desdemona as the woman looked to her. You may stay here, for the time being. I am sure Yuélóng worries for you, and may wish for you to return home. Things will be different here, however, she drawled, already thinking of sending @Alya to inform Hūa of this news. You must inform an adult when traveling away from Moonspear, and if you wish to go far, you will not go alone. There are some wolves out there that would be happy to see you dead, by whatever means they wish—you are just the sort of wolf they would hope to come across. Am I understood? She hummed, eyes as dark as her words as she sought recognition upon his features. These words were much the same that she had told her own children. The world was an unkind place, and Hydra would not soften them with lies on the matter.