Haunted Wood she was an orphan but raised by a cousin, who gave her the time

Hydra was pleased to see Conquest had a sense of self-preservation; she wondered how her young might act, in this same scenario, and could only hope that they would behave as Conquest did then. Not bothered by the display (understanding the reasoning behind it), Hydra loosed a yawn to show that at least then and there, Hydra posed no threat at all. Where Conquest was on edge, Hydra was at ease in the moment. Despite her presently cool disposition, Hydra was still guarded herself. She knew better than to blindly trust, herself—what Conquest had then was not yet that. Hydra simply provided the ruddy cub the benefit of the doubt. Young though Conquest was, she still had teeth.

Interest won out, as curiosity typically could—Conquest came closer herself. Her answer meant that there was much for her to learn. Huffing out a warm breath from her nostrils, Hydra asked next, and where do you think he failed? What sort of girl was the daughter of Vengeance? Hydra felt certain that her answer here would provide an indication as to what sort of woman Hydra might help her to become.