Moonspear 'cause they got powers and stuff

Hydra was glad to hear that Ying thought so, but the truth of it was, how could she know? She supposed that she already did in some ways; they had all grown so much, but besides that they were becoming who they were meant to be. They were able to make her feel proud, and that they did through their own hard work. Hydra still could not tell Ying whether or not she was a good, or a bad, mom. I do my best, she shared in turn. It was all she knew how to do, and what she would do for those that she loved. 

Ying brought her mate to mind with her inquiry; Hydra thought of him fondly. Winter was coming. I convinced him to follow me here, when I was but a yearling, she recalled. He did not intend to stay for long, and once Winter passed he was gone again. He asked me to join him, but my siblings had just been born—and the wolf who killed my once youngest sister still was alive, somewhere out there. I would not leave, she continued with a little grin. He had his own ambitions, which I respected—but he pursued me still, and kept close, for her, Hydra now knew. I suppose we were inevitable, he and I. For I drew him here again, and this time, he had remained with her. They, together, had raised four brilliant cubs. And she knew it was only a matter of time before there were more than that!