Big Salmon Lake northern soul

As she moved to suss out his scents, she found what she was looking for—he was alone. It smelled as though he had seen plenty while here though, and although she did not pick out any wolf she had met she could depict places she had seen in the Wilderness. She withdrew as he asked her a question, and Hydra gestured toward the mountain to the West of them. Moonspear, she informed him. And you are a lone wolf—or else a spy who does well at hiding his packscent, her eyes flashed and she proffered a pretty, disarming smile, though in truth she was only partially kidding. Are you hunting for any heads? The question was a bit morbid, but Hydra thought it best to catch him off-guard if he was in fact doing such a thing.

Hydra enjoyed both snarking and sparring, and if he truly was not a resident of this valley he could consider her words nothing but a joke. She'd be fine with that, more than fine, really. He was much too handsome to be running with a crowd of wolves that she would quite like to see removed... in any way possible.