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Alya was still gone, for now. 

Hydra was returning, once again, from the forest beyond to inspect the horizon with a waving tail. Though she knew she would know when her sister returned, Hydra needed to stretch her legs as of late—Hydra felt restless, and she attributed that much to the strange idea that had not left her mind that perhaps Titmouse lived still. 

This meant her scent was difficult not to find. If that bastard somehow breathed, he would know where best to avoid. But there was another scent that had caught her interest the other day, and she remembered it now as she neared the perimeter of the lake. There was no scent claim or true evidence that others had rested here, but that one that snared her interest remained still, she noted, as her nose brushed up against blades of grass. 

And he was not alone, she was also able to deduce. But she had never met who it was he was with now, and she lifted her head to observe her surroundings. There was nothing timid about her, or afraid, as she did so... only an apparent interest.