Big Salmon Lake northern soul

The sound of another caused one ear to turn back. If he had not have made a sound, Hydra would potentially have become a rabid snarl beast, but when he did Hydra turned to look over her shoulder—would an attacker of the Woods alert her before he came to do his duty? She doubted it; she did not believe there was one honorable wolf there, except perhaps the wolf her father had spoken to.

In any case, there was man coming to meet her, and Hydra, flirty young she-wolf that she was, met him readily when the wind told her he was not a wolf who ran among those... beasts. She was not too giddy but was receptive of his company, chuffing back to him with a friendly tail-wave. Hydra wheeled around and moved toward him with all the grace and poise she possessed. Rian was not forgotten, but she could not deny that this male before her was handsome—she preferred men of his complexion, vain as she was—and his bright, luminescent eyes were captivating. His build was broader than her own, and he was only just taller than she herself was. Hydra and her sisters were no waifs, but were not bears of women themselves.

She moved to meet him halfway, wanting to inspect him for all the scents he carried. She wanted to know where he came from, who he ran with... if anyone.