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Given the circumstances, Hydra was far from trusting. The timing was not Nyra's favor, and though Hydra listened she was far from accepting. With a stiff shake of her head, Hydra rumbled: you will not be joining us. Hydra did not trust her. Not entirely, anyway. Perhaps Nyra had not been involved in the nefarious plot of Caiaphas and Merrick, but she had loitered in the shadows and listened... only revealing herself, Hydra figured, when she had made the error of sneezing. Really, she could not be certain... but she erred on the side of caution here. Hydra did sniff when invited to; she would find out the truth of Nyra's involvement sooner or later. Surely the other might understand Hydra's decision in some capacity. Wrong place, wrong time.

Hydra took a step back, glancing briefly to @Dacio. He was a leader-to-be of his own pack, and so Hydra would permit him his own questions prior to Nyra departing. Though Hydra wanted her gone, and now, she understood the mere mention of Easthollow might have him curious... and perhaps he had other things to ask that Hydra had not considered in her desire to get on with searching the scene for wolves she knew to be murderers. Answer any questions he might have, and then you may go, she drawled, having given Nyra some room to breathe at the very least.