Moonspear you win or you die

Hydra hmm'd a note of agreeance with him; the Wilderness was big enough for that, and thus far there had never been, in her lifetime, shortages of food. Even with the stirring of the earth, the prey had yet to depart (these being the early days); with the Nightwalkers, they would ensure no food competition among any others that tried to immerse themselves here that were unworthy and not beneath her command. 

As it was, she wanted to befriend no other than the Nightwalkers as it presently stood; they had a great deal to gain, there, and Hydra too was no stranger to the unsavory sort. Hydra did not mind them so much, provided they caused no problems—but her previous dealings with them caused her to realize their worth. She had thought Vaati the villain, but no—his fang was one of prevention. 

It was a shame Rannoch was not felled that day; but then, she would never have learned that those that smiled in your face could be the cruelest wolves of all... and those that looked to be the monster oft were not. She remembered the days she had been ready to kill Vaati—how things had changed! 

Hydra moved toward her mate with a charming expression and flattened ears (I promise to not harass you) before she moved to try and press her cheek against his shoulder. A constant, she thought fondly, had been him; even when he had gone, he had been present, and she was flooded with the feeling that this gave her. She knew it by name, now—love.