Big Salmon Lake hateraid

Hydra was very much so in the zone as she sniffed at the cold, frostbitten carcass. Though it ought to be limp, the cold weather had brought it to a rigid state. Still, it certainly did have a mossy scent over the staleness of winters bite, and her muzzle wrinkled in protest as she withdrew and snorted so as to rid of the scent. Hydra had never seen a fish before—the fare her family hunted was of the four-legged variety, and her head tilted comically at the water. Rian's question caused her head to right itself as she looked back to him. I dunno, she murmured in response, circling it loosely, squinting suspiciously at the water. 

As she pawed at the waters, Hydra caught sight of something else. It looked large, and it looked as though it held the finned thing in its grasp. Whoa, she whispered, a flutter of anxiety filling her breast. It was unmoving, too. Frozen to death more likely than not. But the only thing on Hydra's mind was what else lurked beneath that they couldn't see. Hydra did not like it, not one bit... but could not tell, once again, if she felt fear or interest. The two combatted one another within her. At the very least, she felt strangely safer in the presence of Rian—it was he who kept her four legs still, else she might have simply fled the scene.