Sea Lion Shores hey alligator, have some mercy on me

The sign of movement in her peripheral caused Hydra to turn her head and note a wolf moving toward her with what Hydra perceived as some sort of purpose. In knowing she had but one enemy, the Beta of Moonspear did not feel ill at ease—but in knowing the wolves of the world by now, Hydra prepared to be met by a lunatic. It was with this in mind that the she-wolf turned on her heel and headed toward the stranger in turn, her own stride confident and self-assured. The heavy scarring on the others chest was something to behold, and even she could not help but feel slightly unnerved. Still, the scarring could represent loss, and it was this Hydra banked on as she approached.

Her demeanor was not unpleasant or unwelcoming; it remained altogether neutral, even as she prepared to retaliate should the other seek to strike her. Her ears cupped backward before pivoting forward as Hydra made to close the distance between them, a cool breeze rifling through her fur while she walked.