Big Salmon Lake hateraid

Floki had departed them, and though Charon and Aria had sought him out Hydra sought to make a last ditch effort to find him. Hydra was no scout—she was a protector, a guardian. But Hydra had always enjoyed Floki and his patience for her, as well as his neverending tolerance for her abuses. Hydra was older, now, and though she had matured quite a bit from the cub she was, Hydra could not forget her fathers (seemingly) favorite companion. 

She hated to leave Moonspear. And the further away she drifted from her pack, the stronger her desire to return was. Alya and Lyra both knew of her intent, and though normally Hydra would invite them along with her she did not wish to endanger them. But Hydra felt terribly unbalanced without them on either side of her, and her unease was apparent. 

Hydra had not caught a single lick of evidence that he had been around here. He had been gone for some time, but there was a part of her that hoped to find... something. As she pushed through a thin forest, there came a clearing and a frozen lake. In the distance there was a sharply cut figure, swarthy and dark and easy to spot amidst all the white surrounding them. She realized that she, too, was a sore thumb. For the moment, she stood there awkwardly. She was terribly out of her element and comfort zone, and painfully aware of it.