Moonspear And Smitten the Nightingale had Become.

Hydra followed her mothers trail, pace quickening only when she spotted her mother investigating something. She bridged the distance between them swiftly, investigating what evidence was left behind. It was easy to guess who these belonged to, and after confirming such a thing she snorted at the lifeless cubs. This was their fate the moment their mother conceived them, there could never be anything else for these cubs but this; she was satisfied with their end, and with Zafina, too. 

If there was any malevolence in these actions, Hydra did not sense it. Nor would she care. Her belief in otherworldly things existed when it suited her, and even then she believed far more in the things that she could see, feel, bite. Hydra nosed at one of the still corpses, stiff with death, contemplative for a brief moment until instinct and her baser nature made clear to her what it was she must do next.