Moonspear Its Our Time to Make a Move

Hydra listened to West Tyree. 

Recognition did not take long to set in. Theseus was a name from long ago, and their relationship was one forged for their common friends and enemy both. He was with Easthollow, now, and the very wolf Hydra sought was now, once and for all, confirmed to be an enemy of Easthollow and near to them, to boot. Her speculations were that no more—it was fact. These had been the very wolves she had wished to put an end to. She had not felt too confident in words from those that had came and went, pledging loyalty elsewhere to wolves she trusted less. 

But now, news confirmed by none other than Theseus, she knew precisely who led Ursus. 

Good news came in threes; what was next? That their leader was dead, waltzing right off a cliff? Or perhaps into Valette's waiting jaws? Tell me all you know of them, she requested, voice low and full of interest.