Moonspear And into the fire we go

In hearing only the tail-end of things, she could see how uncomfortable things had become with her arrival. Hydra, not one to skirt around issues, was tired of the games Liffey played when she was not around. Alright, so they weren't games—Rannoch really did love Liffey, and that wasn't blasphemy, unfortunately. But she was up to something. Alya, unsurprisingly, had been right to suspect a traitor in their midst. 

Hydra looked to Liffey, who had fallen completely silent upon her arrival, and then to Gannet, who greeted her without his usual verve. Then back to Liffey, then back to Gannet. Puzzled, she looked to the wolf she trusted most here. Fill me in? She requested. She knew Gannet enough to know something was wrong. But she was referring to the last few words she had managed to hear, or, thought she heard. And she trusted him enough to think he would be nothing but honest with her, as they had always been to one another.