Moonspear Every time we have no control

It was silent, a moment of judging as Hydra circled her prey. What she originally thought might have been a positive connection, now felt cold. She was looking for something, for what Ira wasn't too sure, but this wasn't how she had been greeted before, even along Moonspear's borders. It made the fur along her neck rise in anticipation, though she held her breath knowing she too was being watched.

Then like lighting, Hydra struck, grabbing the male where he was most vulnerable. For just a moment, Ira was frozen, surprise clear on her face as the wolves of the mountain stood like sentinels, watching, judging for a reaction. Then came Donvan's. What was rightfully surprised slowly morphed into his sick smile, a teasing tone on his breath as he met the Queen's gaze.

None of it sat right, not from what she knew of Hydra. This was not an ally, and now he was testing the lines that she knew Moonspear had always been rigid with. It was not long ago Hydra came to her door seeking her aid, seeking an alliance to rid these lands of the Saints. Ira couldn't answer then, but now she had her answer...so with confidence she emerged, fanged bared as she too quickly sought to grab where the striped man was weak and grab hold with enough grip to show unlike what he might think, she was not playing.