Firefly Glen Why you always seem in a bad mood?

Hydra had been searching for the lost Mintaka, the same as she had for Mira. Her heart soured, though, to know that Mintaka knew how she had felt when one daughter had been lost just to leave without a word (to her) just the same. Oh, to Keres she had said plenty... but to her own mother, or father? Hydra would have her own answers. Returning home, Hydra heard the words said as she came upon the scene, her ears pressed forward. 

Simmik had been stolen. 

Donovan had proven to be a foolish man indeed. Hydra had seen time and time again that while genius had its limits, stupidity... well, it truly knew no bounds. Not for her wayward daughter, not for her late sister, not for whatever the man might have come to call himself.

Mintaka had a different place in her heart than either, and all the more privilege for it. But that she was still gone... that she had left at all... it wounded Hydra, so terribly that it might know no repair. Time would tell. That was what Hydra knew, more than anything else in this world. Time revealed all. Life, death, lies, truth... still, Hydra felt the pull to protect and save their silver girl. Her eyes turned to Dirge, the suspicion that he could hold their daughter there. Unprotected, it would be easy. And though Hydra ought to let her go, Mintaka was young enough where the protective pull still lingered.

We kill Donovan, she answered simply. Every problem had a solution. Hydra had known this to be the solution for quite the time. But, she did wonder if the mad dog had any mind within him to provoke some wisdom and therefore future use. Evidently not. Another thing time had revealed to her. If not for Neverwinter and our Wilderness, then for ourselves. We kill any others who rise against us that might live to fight for his name, if we can. We take Simmik back, she drawled, and in turn, she could suss out whether or not he had her daughter there. Looking to Dirge, and thinking him not wrong, she nodded. We can do our own diligence, but Donovan has a history of this. I'd like this matter settled, and I think this is the only way to see it properly done with. 

Hydra felt certain her allies would rally to this cause. Towhee had experience with kidnappers, if she was remembering rightly—and what was done once Donovan had proved he would do again. Hua would fight for this, she thought. Ira surely would too. Mintaka, at this age, was responsible for her own actions... but for perhaps the last time, Hydra would defend her. Her tail lashed behind her, surveying the faces of her family. She had been preparing her children for wolves such as this for all of their life. Speaking of their existence. Making them aware it was not simply a bedtime story to keep them from leaving their domain, but something they would need to know how to defend themselves against. And now they saw it for themselves. Evil had an everchanging face. Often it could be her own, but this day, it wore the face of the Saints very own leader. With the thought that he might hold her silver girl captive, that, now, became her priority.