Moonspear back to the forward command center

Gone. Confirmation enough. No living would follow Kukutux here, only ghosts—Hydra could handle the former well enough alone... as for the latter, she supposed Kukutux had dealt with whatever among them remained to move on as she was now. Pleased to hear that Kukutux answered ultimately to her, she quieted. And when her brother was mentioned, Hydra peered to her. Yes, she confirmed, blinking as she sought Kukutux for any physical signs of her opinion of him. 

He is an oaf, she wanted to say then, though swallowed the words. Frustrated with him as she was, he was her brother and she loved him. The matriarch would not speak ill of him, though she was less than thrilled with the way he seemed to think of her. Cruel and unfair, that—she would never do wrong by him, by any of her family. 

That is good, then. They are all kind, so long as you do not hurt their own. The same as me that way, I suppose, she mused, still watchful of Kukutux. She was difficult to anger truly, though one surefire way to be met with such a feeling was to harm anything she cared for.