Moonspear it’s not meant to be

He explained, and she wondered where it was he had come from. How long had he been gone? He did not smell of the coast, and supposed he must have traveled some time. When he looked her in the eye, Hydra's lip lifted and a low growl ekked forth from her throat. He was young, and likely did not know better than to not look another directly in their eye. It was a direct challenge, and the boy was old enough to learn important lessons such as these. Avert your gaze, her posture demanded, though as of yet she made no move to physically reprimand him. Her children had learned much the same lesson. 

If he were to remain here, she would need to teach him the way of the wolf just as she did with her own cubs. 

Once he seemed to respond to this, her visage would smooth over—a simple passing storm. 

I am Hydra. And what is your name? she asked, before then adding, what news do you have? She wondered if any of it was prudent to know, though doubted it involved anything that meant their endangerment if he was traveling by his lonesome. Still, one never knew.