Moonspear Every time we have no control

All that Hydra had heard of him did not prepare Hydra for the sight of the man at her borders. He was impressive to behold—a behemoth. Slow moving, then, she imagined—but did not assume to be correct there. Best to be prepared and believe he was quicker than he looked physically. That he was here meant that mentally, he fell terribly short of her own hopes for him. Hydra took stock of her surroundings, and sought to account for all around them with her ears and nose rather than her eyes, which lingered upon the two men at her door while she continued to move forward—

Mira. But Desdemona was before her, and Hydra did not worry after her. Saviguk, but there was Jarilo. Lyra nearby, Osiris to her left but then behind her and Dirge to her right, stopping even as she pressed forward—Vega, observing, and Keres. A stranger with Donovan, older and a fullblooded wolf by sight and scent. Hydra's gaze turned to him, beheld the scar on his face without pity. Someone had missed his eye; she would not, should he give her reason to strike him down. And for the trouble, she would take his other one too—

Loosely the matriarch circled him, until she arrived behind Donovan, prone and bowed licking the gristle away from her lips. 

Politeness and cordiality was brought to him to start. 

It was not wrong of him to assume that she was who she was. He was right to that end. But he would find no fortune for himself here, at her home where her children slept. Until he gained her trust, he would not be welcome upon her borders or close to her home where she felt him a threat. Hydra provided no warning for him beyond the swift and silent setting of her defenses behind him before she sought the object that had violated one woman too many, silently lunging and making a bid for his dangly bits that his curled tail so graciously left exposed. 

Hydra did not want to kill him, not today—only castrate him. But, well, if he retaliated rather than simply fleeing and understanding why she would act this way... 

Killing him would be a happy, neat little accident.