Moonspear three-headed menace

Hydra listened to her sister, all ears for Lyra's decision and throwing a hush! look to Alya for good measure—of course she knew what she had done!—and even added, we could, just so they knew it was in the realm of possibility. Hydra knew that, at the end of the day, their father would listen to her words. It would not take a day—she also knew her father was no moron—but she would do what it took. Fortunately it did not come to that; Lyra was strong, impressively so. Hydra did not want Rannoch to go yet—for the same reasons as Lyra, but also because she felt that Rannoch and Spiffey were to be a shortlived thing—and so she nodded to her sister in understanding.

He can stay, she hummed. Her sisters already knew they would have to be discreet in their harassment of Liffey. Enough to make her want to leave, probably, but not enough to give her a legitimate reason to desire to go when they provided for them more than they spooked her. They'd only be playing, after all. As far as the white wolf went, Hydra sighed. We will kill the wolf that was after him. Maybe he will grow bored of boring Niffy by then, she nosed Lyra, ears perking as she looked to Alya for her to verbally confirm as much.