Moonspear you win or you die

Hydra's gaze remained upon him, watchful and patient. Hydra shook her head. No, she breathed, but we were right to suspect him of ulterior motives, that day. He runs a pack of wolves that any can employ, to do any sort of deed, she drawled, smiling. We are to be allies. No deals can be made against us, and we can keep any we do not wish to be in the Wilderness out of it. Hydra's ears twitched, grinning some. She felt it was the wisest thing to do; they were far enough to not be a threat, in any case, and close enough to find mutual benefit in an alliance. 

It was a start, small though it was; a beginning of the empire she would like to see built beneath them. More teeth to keep undesirables out seemed more pro than con; she idly thought of giving them the description of the wolves who carried the burden of her hatred, but then... she so wanted to be the one to finish them herself.