Moonspear shot caller

After meeting with Kukutux, Hydra sought out @Arcturus; she had cooled a little, but still felt stung by his self-perceived perception of her. Licking her chops, Hydra moved after his trail with a sigh; she also had a mind to seek out Dragomir and train more with him, but would do so after this. Hydra could not help but feel as though something was awry with her brother, and not one to ignore her intuition she knew she must meet with him sooner rather than later to remove the thought entirely. She was also not one to let things fester, as he well knew, but she had granted him his own space for a brief time sensing his own frustrations. Hydra was mindful of him; she loved him, and this was why she was so stung. 

The truth of her fear ran deep and came from years ago. Hydra had thought she had gotten rid of all those who had made a monster of her to serve and suit themselves. Was that not so? Was one such wolf willing to humor the narrative a wolf who ought to know better? Who she had shown better? 

No; she did not know what this was within her mind. Her season, perhaps, desiring her to keep everyone to heel so that nothing out of line occurred as it had in the past. Arcturus would not betray her; the two of them had always put family before self, and she did not think he would err from this. Hydra wanted to better understand where he came from now, and hoped that he was near and would be forthcoming with her as she had ever been with him.