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The others reaction caused Hydra to step backwards, some, and her ears to prick forward. The other initially looked poised to attack though refrained, and soon enough the eyes of the pale wolf settled upon her. The question asked was supplied with a: you shouldn't sleep in the open like that, with a squint, and a headtilt. There are caves on mountains that would be safer, she advised. Hydra was no guardian of the mountain, but she felt that there was no reason not to share the advice with the other. In any case, Hydra didn't really care—she had done this out of the product of her boredom, and since Rian was evidently not on this mountain... she figured she should just go ahead and go home. 

But there was a more pressing issue here. Why are you sleeping out in the open? Do you have a pack? Hydra knew she was on free land now—and wouldn't trespass, not after her fathers warning.