Bramblepoint make a wrong thing right

Hydra continued to trail Rian, hoping to come face to face with him—but instead of running into her intended result she (almost literally) walked into another. Though whether because the other heard her and stepped out of the way or her quick-footedness as she deftly avoided bumbling into the white wolf, they did not bump into one another. Knowing she had gotten lost in her head, she offered a very rare Sorry, to him. Although he'd been downwind and had not been on the trail she'd been following, had she been looking where she was going it would not have happened. She looked into the distance, wondering if Rian was close... but determining, after several minutes of thought, that whether he was or was not she would not be going after him now. Though she was dedicated to the missions she set upon, Hydra recognized in an even more rare moment that her aggravation should not be acted upon so long as she felt it. His scent was vaguely familiar (though she did not recall the scent of the wolf she, her sisters, and her father had set upon so long ago, and so the circumstances in which she knew the scent were lost), but she could not smell Rannoch or any others upon him all that well. Perhaps he was a new recruit? Do you run with the wolves that set up temporary camp here? she wondered, taking some paces away from him so as to not be within his personal space and wanting to keep to her own.