Sea Lion Shores hey alligator, have some mercy on me

The other invited herself along, and Hydra's ear flicked. If that was so, she would need to know a few things. Where is the wolf that gave you those wounds? What way does he head? She inquired boldly. The scars were not old, she observed. She remembered the fleshy softness of Rannoch's when it was new, and how over time it had hardened, somewhat. Her question was pointed, and truth be told Hydra cared not if it made the other uncomfortable; if her safety was in jeapordy, if another sought the agouti female, Hydra wanted to know. They had damaged her pretty good, which meant they were skilled. Hydra then asked, openly, did you win your fight?

The other could deign to forge ahead of Hydra and not accompany her. That would be just as well. But Hydra knew that she had no pack at her back in this Wilderness, and she could not afford to be a kind fool.