Big Salmon Lake cover the face, blanket the body

The others rejoinder caused Hydra to grimace. The wolf before her was no cub, nor did she carry the lankiness of a yearling. There was no verbal reprimand, but her expression revealed her thoughts for but a moment: you are old enough to know better. Ying was simply fortunate that Hydra did not let anger dictate her own actions, for if it had Hydra would have cut Ying down for feeling the flare of it at her explanation. Had she brought Isilme to true harm, Hydra's anger would be without end; as it was, Ying had been a positive lesson for the Wodakru youth. 

And if Ying continued on her path, her anger and stress would surely kill her. Hydra imagined her own intervention, painful as it had been, might have saved her from herself if Ying learned anything from it. So, it is loners you are after, she drawled. As to that, Hydra cared not. They were not Moonspear after all. What have they done to deserve your wrath? She inquired, willing to humor the other for a time. So long as Ying kept her distance from the Glen, and harmed no wolves of the Spear, Hydra had no further issue with her and revealed as much this way. Hydra could only trust Ying was a woman of her word.