Big Salmon Lake teach itself to start beating again.

She and her fellow notched-earred sisters moved in unison away from Moonspear on yet another tracking mission. As ever they would return, but she, @Lyra, and @Alya wanted to improve on their inteded trades out of the territory. The herd that had moved through Bramblepoint had made their way out of the forest and toward the Lake. Her sisters had separated from her briefly as they scoured the whole of the territory, but they were always a howls distance away. 

Hydra stared at the cloven-shaped imprint of one of the herds members. She sniffed at it, determining age and health and sex all in one go. Her tail waved—they were closer than ever. A movement in the corner of her eye distracted her, and Hydra lifted her head abruptly, ears pricked and forward as she squinted. Was it one of the herd...? Hydra prowled quietly toward the way she had noted the movement... only to recognize that what had moved was not prey at all, but a familiar face. They looked miserable, and Hydra could not help but rudely wonder if she'd been attacked by another wolverine recently. Not the comforting sort, Hydra licked her chops and slowly made an attempt to move away, hopefully not noted at all by the other.