Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

Hydra watched from a close distance. Her tail lashed behind her as she listened to the group, appreciating her darker daughters sentiments more than the silver Mintaka. Her ears pricked and she licked her chops, and it was not until Almight spoke again that Hydra determined she would rather end this whole ordeal sooner rather than later. 

Out from between crags and crevices did Hydra erupt, advancing upon the scene in a whiplike lash of black. Her eyes were for her sweetest, who she had kept closest to her, and in seconds the mother sought to be both over and upon her without the use of teeth, though would utilize muscle if need be. A snarl came forth from her lips with plenty of heart behind it; her disappointment she would not mask, and if fear would not prevent Mintaka from leaving the nest so far and so young, perhaps shame might. 

Home, she commanded, now. 

And while her gaze did not shift to Almight, the prick of her ears indicated she was aware of his presence. It was not him or their friendship she cared for; rather, it was her childrens straying without a word to her. And straying out of the territory with that.