Moonspear BWP5—siren

The truth of it was he did well toward hiding the greater turmoil within his voice. Perceptive enough to sense it, and keen enough to know to watch how the body could betray, his effort to conceal all he felt was mostly in vain. It seemed, fortunately, that what was left in him was disdain for her—if there was pain, Hydra could not sense that much at least. Though admittedly, she did not want to see that in him; Hydra often saw only what she looked for in others.

She was here, Hydra confirmed, and her ears twitched. She was doubly glad to see him today now, though he might not like either of the things she shared with him this day. Your mother informed me of her intent to take the Vale before I chased her from here. It is not within my Wilderness, and so I cannot tell you where she has gone but for what she has told me, she shared. If Andraste had wanted to see her children she would have; if her children had wanted to see her, she suspected they would have come to search for her too. 

Hydra continued: there is something else I must tell you. Your mother has informed me that the one who had come to harm you was seen with an older enemy of your fathers. Caiaphas—or Blackhead, I have heard her called. Along with her, several of our pack and I searched for them. They are injured, the two of them; our ally, Vengeance, saw to that, having his own vendetta with one or both I suppose. In any case, she spoke, clinical as ever, I know their scent. Where they went I am not sure, now—I did not want to stray too far from home should they have thought to come here. I would like to teach you how to kill whoever did this to you, Hydra hummed, tilting her head, so that if they ever come near here again, you can protect yourself—and Moonspear. Hydra would naturally aid him, if she could be there—but when he had been attacked long ago, he must have been alone to come to such damage. Should he put himself in that position again, at the very least he would not be defenseless. 

Hydra explored his features with her eyes. She did not know how he would take this, but Hydra would hide nothing from him. She was ever a woman who ran toward, not away.