Firefly Glen do unto others, what they have done to you

But it was not Hydra's eyes the others detected from the brush, nor even her scent. There was a third wolf among them whom even Hydra had not noted, and she bristled as they broke through into the clearing, facing Uma once called upon. The creature looked skittish, rail-thin, and hungry. A thing best left in the shadows. For her own part, Hydra remained still. She was no hero, after all, not to a stranger in any case. And this stranger looked sickly... Hydra was far better than the other at remaining hidden, and did not move so much as a muscle. She even closed her eyes so they would not reflect the light as the others eyes had. The other wolf did nothing else but stand there and stare its unnerving stare. It didn't seem very intelligent.