Big Salmon Lake hateraid

His body language was inviting and encouraging. This she could read, and her tense form seemed to grow relaxed. Hydra had never been taught to be cautious, though in meeting new wolves she was more like her mother than she was her father. Where in all other planes Hydra was confident and bold, this was new. She stopped abruptly as he bounded in her direction, snow flinging about as he did so. Her ears cupped backward and she tilted her head, her sharp features expressing her wonderment. But it appeared his energy was contagious, and Hydra let her forelimbs slide forward some before they slapped roughly against the earth. She broke the quiet tranquility around them, loosing a sharp bark as she, too, rose and made a rapid burst forward, pausing immediately alongside him.

He was taller than she was, she noted. Larger, too. She was svelte and slight, and his masculinity was an utter contrast to her feminity. She was rigid again beside him, but this time it was not out of nervousness but excitement of the game they had seemingly begun. She was in his reach, but as soon as he moved toward her Hydra would (attempt to) dart away from his clutches.