Moonspear running with the wolves tonight

Hydra was greatly appeased by Moriko's manners, and took to her well for that. She simply nods at first. So long as Moriko was able to carry her weight, hunt and protect and provide as she was able, she would continue to find herself accepted here. Hydra was not keen on carrying deadweight, and she would not.

Moriko introduced herself, and Hydra's ear twitched as she passively listened to the other explain the meaning of her name. Child of the forests? Interesting, that she would end up upon a mountain—but she was a child no more, in any case. Her eyes sparkled with veiled amusement toward Moriko's final statement, and her tail swayed behind her, a display that she was at ease. I do not judge others based off of their appearances, she informed—well, not entirely, in any case. Of course, it left an impression... but those faded with the weight of the others deeds (and misdeeds).

Curious, though, Hydra asked: what would best reflect you, then? What sort of woman was Moriko? Words could reveal some things, though Hydra knew there was more to another than the things that they said, too.