Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Hydra did not remove her gaze from the other. 

Even when her head dipped so that she might begin to drink her gaze lingered, though there was no emotion to speak of to be seen there. She did not hate the woman for acting in accordance to her instincts to survive, though she thought her foolish for throwing herself against two others. Hydra could not yet smell the repercussions of the others actions—the infection that had set in—still being downwind, but her lingering gaze assessed the other and could then see the marked flesh, puckering and swollen and red against silver. 

Still, Hydra did not look away; she continued to drink, watching and waiting—she wondered if the other would elect to quit the scene, or if she would remain. Hydra had her own investigation to finish and would not be leaving until it was done. A notched ear flicked as the wind caused the branches just beyond them to stir, still lapping at the waters.