Moonspear is this what you dreamed, then?

Hydra's ears pricked at her mothers words. She echoed the sentiment, though did not speak on it. One of the puppies made a sound, and Hydra's eyes fell to him briefly. He was too little for her to be worried over him, and Hydra hadn't the slightest idea of how to deal with kids... at all. So her eyes fell off of him and onto the other wolves she ought to be observing... the adults. One was seeking a mercenary type role, which piqued her interest, and the other... the other would be good for Lyra, she felt. When Olive introduced all but the man (who she imagined would introduce himself), she committed them to memory along with their scents. She stood stalwart and silent beside her mother, at the ready should anything go amiss.