Moonspear you are to me like a very, very wild thing

The nature of it all was its familiarity; it was not at all strange territory for them, though Hydra understood well her sisters sentiment. Indeed, she said, thoughtful. I wonder if he can be taught restraint. Perhaps if he cannot learn it, you may be right, she considered things as her sister put it. Could he be investigating other alliances himself? Perhaps. If such a thing was discovered, she would know what to do. 

Licking her chops, Hydra said, if you hear word of betrayal, let me know at once, for men were silly creatures with their tells, and often thought themselves far superior to women; pride would ever be their downfall. As for Alya's other inquiries, Hydra rejoined: worse: he is dumb. A true fool. He would be killed before he could find another to recruit; whatever pack he might build would be similar to him in its obnoxious nature, she wrinkled her muzzle—like called to like. We will see it for ourselves, though, and that way, they could know the whole truth of it all; she did so adore humoring Alya, and always would. 

But there was a far better option than that. There is another pack being made in the Fen. A child wishes to lead them, so say Dirge and Jarilo—but children can be guided, she thought aloud. Hydra did not want to misguide any; she wanted strong, reliable allies that could be counted on. She hoped that was Vengeance, and thus far she did not think he would betray her—

She knew better than to count on purely optimism. Should she catch wind of anything that caused her uncertainty, she supposed she would know the truth of his character. It would be a mistake on his part to act without considering his best interests—which would be her, she vainly perceived.