Bramblepoint and in the glade a light was seen of stars in shadow shimmering

Unlike Wraen, she had not seen the mammals, only smelled them. But something caused the herd to move out, and Hydra heard their approach. She was quick to alter her own course lest she become the victim of a stampede, which was what it sounded like. There were a great many of them, and now they were in her line of sight. There was an elegance to these beasts, even in their panic—she watched the way their muscles rippled as they landed upon the earth, only to spring forward as they fled. Hydra moved opposite of them, keeping to the shadows still and observing their movement. And then she thought better of it. 

What might have caused their fright? 

Her head tipped upward as she sniffed at the wind. No scent of bear, here, nor cougar... she thought there was something familiar in the air, but it did not bring a sense of fear. The herd separated Wraen and Hydra, at present, and the Beta had yet to determine the scent belonged to a wolf she had once thought of as a friend. The herd themselves threw a great many scents around, their movements causing the earth to loosen and tear, dirt flinging now and then in the process. 

Their direction was toward the mountains, much to Hydra's pleasure. Ducking her head, she looked to their legs to seek disruption in any of their gaits. Her hunt was not here and now, but it would be good to know for the future.