Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

Hydra had not the patience for most stories, but this one—short and succinct—did the trick for the matriarch. No doubt the length of it helped, but the content, too, kept her. I can appreciate those sorts of goddesses, Hydra drawled, identifying with them even while looking to the path ahead now and humming, if only the wolves around here knew the lore of your late husband. Here, they would sooner call such a woman a liar and a monster for killing any, she drawled, muzzle wrinkling with distaste. Still, it would not stop her from doing what she must to do as the Keres would. 

Looking to her sister, now, Hydra hummed, I am sorry to hear of your husband, by the way... sorry, too, that she had not been able to meet the man with clever stories, is that when you came to identify with the name? Or did he die peacefully? If you do not mind me asking, she wondered, wondering at what point in the others life she took on the name Keres for herself.