Moonspear back to the forward command center

Hydra listened to Kukutux tell of herself; once-married, knowing of her husband. It sounded as though there were no children involved there, and Hydra imagined that the man must have passed. Callous, perhaps, but she needed to be sure: he is dead? She inquired, blunt but voice soft. Death was cruel; it would spare none in any lifetime, herself included. 

Hearing that she could deny the marriage furthered Hydra's belief in the fact that she might have a choice in it all. Hydra did not want to remove it from her and was glad to hear it. I have one other brother within the ranks. I do not know how he would react to it all... still, perhaps you might like him. His name is Jarilo; he is quiet, but kind. Her brother had never expressed a desire for more, but she would give her family the world if she could. One step at a time, though; the Wilderness would suit them just fine. 

Looking now to the path ahead, Hydra drawled: once you are wed, is your husband the ultimate authority to you? Her inquiry was more for her own knowledge; she wondered if Kukutux would cease answering to her altogether in favor for the ideals of whatever husband she might come to have. It would not matter, given she and her family ever aligned in their viewpoints... and yet... unfair that perhaps Hydra desired to be that authoritarian figure in her life regardless, an unspoken, weighty thought.