Sea Lion Shores hey alligator, have some mercy on me

The others gaze shifted, though Hydra's remained upon her to better note the wounds she carried. She wondered how they were received, and who was worse for wear between this stranger and their apparent enemy. The fight, clearly, had not been a friendly match. The other spoke, and Hydra listened to their rasp—the females voice sounded strained, and Hydra's gaze shifted now to the others scarred lips.

The river the other spoke of was not yet in her vantage point. Still, Hydra knew one thing for certain. I am no wolf of the coast, but I have passed no such river from the way that I came. I am heading that way, she now looked beyond the woman, into the distance that would, coincidentally, lead to the place the other sought.