Moonspear On and on, we carry through the fears

Valour's call was heeded with an answering howl of her own. @Lyra and @Alya came upon the scene, then, knowing this to be an event that she wanted to be present for. Hydra summoned @Dirge, too, to attend to their young though they rest... Now that she could stretch her legs a little more, she would when she could. Her cubs had just began their evening siesta in the shade of the whelping den after a long and exhausting (for them, at least) bout of playing, and so she felt no guilt to drift nearer to the borders once called for now. There were few she would humor, but Valour and his Nightwalkers were an ally; she wondered the state of them, and if Hela still led. 

It took little time for her to arrive to him; a long-legged sprint carried her to where he stood, and where some might be softened by the scent of mothers milk Hydra, somehow, looked all the more severe. Her new brood had broadened the violent lick of her already far-reaching flame, though none of it was for Valour. Maternal instinct demanded caution, and her senses searched their surroundings for any threat near or far. Valour, she greeted, eyes searching him now for any sign of new injury; she found several, though her gaze did not linger upon them. She knew she need not ask what happened; Hydra expected, now, that is what he may have come for. There was no other sign that indicated he was being chased, and so she wondered what news he brought.