Moonspear everyone's a whore, grace

Hydra had not the slightest clue when his teeth might next be put to use... only that surely they would, for some reason or another. He had no complaints as to that, and for that the matriarch was grateful. If only all things in life could be this simple. Perhaps you have already heard of them, she half-asked, looking to him as she gestured to her side, the wolves of Ursus... or perhaps the Saints? The latter was still being determined, but their history granted them little benefit in her considering. She wondered, though, if the Saints might be able to do anything to the wolves of Ursus; were they truly enemies? Perhaps she could see if Donovan or Nyra might bring her one purple-eyed fiends head to prove as much once and for all. 

Now there was a thought. First, though, she wondered on all that Wintersbane knew... if anything. Were he back for long, she imagined he might know something.