Moonspear take charge of your life

fwd dated like, a few days! @Andraste

Her guest had awoken, and Hydra felt inclined to check in on her status. Could she stand for long? Could she fight? Lyra did not tend to her, upon the lightningrod of a womans insistence—not that she minded, as it saved them their resources. Hydra was not so keen on permitting a stranger into her lands, but where the she-wolf rest was not so deep, and he was an expert of his field, the other had promised. Hydra knew Lyra could benefit from this, and if she were to be struck by lightning by some twist of fate, well, Lyra would not have to guess at what she was doing. To be sure, her sister knew plenty, and Hydra would always inquire if the other would like anything for the pain, or anything for the web that had been created upon her back to ease the healing of it.

The one-eyed mother denied any treatment at all, thus far.

Hydra moved into the den, bringing with her food for the other to eat. This time, it was a thick, meaty leg from a mountain goat Moonspear had just brought down. She dropped it to the earth, ear flicking as the falls trickled before her. The Queen sniffed at the air while her eyes adjusted to the new light, muzzle dipping idly over her throat as her gaze sought the form of the weakened visitor, who, due to the circumstances, Hydra had claimed for the time. If she was to rest in their halls and eat their food, it was the only way she could remain. It was the principle of the matter; pack protected pack. As an outsider, Hydra had no interest in the other, beyond what she had been given and in turn, had taught [in some measure]; life had shown her that kindness was only taken advantage of. Hydra did not think this to be too short-term a thing. Lightning would be nothing to the devastation Hydra would reap should the woman not think the same; she was not a wolf who would ever be taken advantage of again. Hydra was no savior, and Moonspear was no sanctuary—but they did right by their own. 

Inadvertently, the lightning-touched woman had become just that.

It was no mystery; Hydra had said as much. Some did not care to be repaid, but Hydra saw the value in quid pro quo. Nothing in this life came for free. Hydra had expected to repay the she-wolf for her own favor in an entirely different manner, but then the sky split and said, this is how it will be done. Life was ever what happened when one made entirely different plans, and this too Hydra knew well enough. If the pale, silver-tongued mother did not, she surely would now.

But it was all for the others benefit; Hydra shifted entirely in demeanor, when the other was amongst their ranks. It was not a waste of a resource any longer; she was pack. When she was well, she would carry her weight for a time—but the other had come from the same pack that the woman who was attacked had been, and Hydra would not keep her forever.

With a sigh, Hydra thought of sending someone to advise Kaistleoki of the womans status and situation. But with her children being as young as they were, Hydra did not have any desire to send her family. Moriko had not expressed any desire to become a scout, and Dirge she had no desire to send off in any hurry given she wanted him around for their children. Perhaps @Guildenstern she would ask; or perhaps she would see if the pack the woman came from would check to see how she fared themselves. If they had young, though, she did not expect as much; it was a question she supposed she would need to ask, to better understand what Kaistleoki could do.

These thoughts were but a succession of seconds in her mind. Only a moment after she arrived did Hydra ask, how do you fare? in a voice rich with concern, her eyes drifting over the contours of the invalid for any indication that the pain had worsened.