Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

LOL he looks pleased as punch

More than three heads! Smokestep’s shock was evident in his expression and he listened intently to the woman as she wove a tale of a creature that seemed to be found with outstanding power. The pirate wondered what it would have been like to harness such ability; to never die unless all heads were severed. He was imagining what it would have been like as a wolf of his stature to possess something like that. The concept was wild, and it drew his mind to several other questions about the abilities that the hydra had been granted.
 
“How many heads did this beast begin with? One? Seven? How’d they get to knowin’ if ye don’t chop ‘em all, the rat will just grow some extra?” he asked her with a cocked brow and a crooked expression. Shaking his head a little bit, he shuddered. “Sounds like a right awful thing, it does,” Smokestep then remarked on the creature she had described. He was certain he would never want to happen upon such a monstrous being, but he had no concept of what his truth would hold. Oftentimes, the worst monsters manifested in an entirely different form.