Big Salmon Lake cover the face, blanket the body

Hydra listened; she found her interest grew, though little else was shared. Perhaps this was why. What have the many done, to deserve your ire? She inquired, the question asked in a way that told of her genuine interest as opposed to disdain or amusement. Too many had not stopped Ying but a day ago after all. Had her stress and anger had anything to do with it? Hydra could only cast the blame on Ying in knowing what she knew, and yet still lingered to hear her. Vague though Ying was, it was evident she wanted to share else she would have said nothing else on the matter. 

Not this way. What the other meant by that, Hydra was not certain. The Queen reclined onto her haunches, tail wrapping neatly around one as she granted Ying what appeared to be the whole of her attention. She was ever cognizant of her surroundings despite the way she looked, but she did deign to listen to all that Ying may say... if she were to elaborate, and to share if she so wished.