Moonspear These Thunderclouds

So, then—familiarity. Kinship, lastly. Hydra's gaze did not soften upon the other at their admittance; she was curious for her sorry state if only to ensure that whatever caused it would not effect her children in any detrimental manner. Tell me about yourself, Hydra then said, all that you would share, and all that you could bring to my family, she urges, tone softening a measure though her features were no less severe. For that family would become the others own; was that not what pack was?