Altar of Twilight my own lived mythology

The three girls had been tearing into their prey, an injured buck they had felled. The call of Drogon came, then, and Hydra rose from their meal. There had been enough for the three of them and no need to snap them away—and she had sated herself on the still warm creature. She looked to her sisters before turning, and they heeded her look, following at her shoulder.

He had summoned them outside of their territory, which meant perhaps he had found something. Perhaps he had found the wolf with a death sentence hanging over his head. This caused her pace to quicken, and in no time at all the triplets came upon Drogon and his companion.

It was not who she sought, but the smell of him was an indicator that he was from their fold. She revealed her fangs as she approached, tail lashing predatorily behind her. It was bold of the other to come here, so near to their home—there was not just a price on the head of the man she hunted, after all, but Blackfeather as a whole. And though her interest lay primarily in the blue-eyed, pale son of Potema, she was not beyond snapping at his comrades when they came too close.

But he was escorted. Her eyes did not shift toward Drogon as she spoke to the sienna-stranger: We do not keep prisoners, her tone cool, cold—the implication was clear. They would kill him, if he came for the wrong reasons. But he was not the one Hydra wanted and, truth be told, the tactician saw value in letting him live. What is it you came for? Hydra asked, direct. For Drogon to have brought him here meant something, and she need not ask him. Her ears were pricked forward, the whole of her alert and ready to act as surely as her mirror images were if he made one single wrong move. Their teeth were the proverbial noose, reapers scythe, a blade lying in wait... There was not a single kind thing about the sisters as they patiently wait for the single good reason not to loose themselves upon him. Hydra did not seek his strengths, did not seek to analyze his appearance—red, even before it bled—she only sought to hear him out, to give him his chance at life.