Moonspear beautiful

Hydra agreed with the others sentiment, though did not say as much to start; amusing though fools could be for a time, their jokes oft outlasted their lives. Fools were threats; it was why Hydra killed so many of them, when given the opportunity. Give them the chance to live, and when would it end? Never. The cycle would repeat—if not with them, then through their sons, their daughters. Hydra wanted a world without such beings. 

Donovan was arrogant; it was a good thing to know concretely. Pride comes before the fall, and all of that—but not for that reason alone. Hydra could hardly rely on anecdotes. You are wise to know such a thing. Several see a fool, and take little care to learn much more than that, she commended, ears leaning toward the young warrior. All, fools included, could carry a knife and use it... however they desired. 

Ursus, though. Formidable how? She asked then, truly curious as to that. What made Praimfaya feel this way versus the wolfs pack she decided to shadow, and infiltrate? Was it simply the mystery of them, or what Praimfaya herself had come to see?