Moonspear We're dreaming on and on.

With just how many wolves desired to join Moonspear, Hydra knew there would be a process to even consider another wolf among them. But she could do that—he did have a chance. One wolf was not pulling their weight as they ought to be. Feeling the gaze of Terance, she wondered if he even knew her name... 

So, she humored it. That he was an apt tracker and hunter both appealed to her. Hydra knew of at least one herd in the area that Talion could find if he was as good a tracker as he thought, and also knew that they might have moved onward from there. If Talion could survey them, give them a number of how many was among them and seek if there were an injury upon any... she'd trust it. 

That he was not a drain? He was selling himself well. Rouge, she felt, was a drain.

There is a herd to the North, Hydra informed, they recently passed through the forest just outside of Moonspear, but seemed to alter their trajectory back towards the mountains. I want the number within the herd, and if you can note any injuries. Hydra wanted to become a better tracker herself—she was no expert yet. In Talion, she saw a future companion to practice with. She preferred his face far more than the face of the absent scout, who, at this point, she could not even recall in detail.