Big Salmon Lake teach itself to start beating again.

Now that she knew the scent of wolverine's, Hydra would actively avoid them too. Though they looked like prey, they fought like predator—she imagined that they were just as formidable as a healthy fox or coyote, if not more. Hydra's eyes fell upon the marred parts of Liffey she willingly displayed, and Hydra observed them as though she might be Lyra. But she knew very little of healing other than what her sister shared. As far as it not being a mistake Liffey would make again, Hydra stated, That's good, because there were wolves out there that would, well, have a wish of vengeance out there and do dumb things like go after it alone. If Liffey had help, that was a different story. Anyway, it did not matter; the wolverine was dead, so vengeance had been exacted at the end of the day. 

Those were my sisters. We're not related to Cypress, she informed, and then she pressed on, How do you know him, by the way? Cypress, I mean, After all, he too had come to her rescue. Then again, maybe she did not know him at all—given she didn't know herself, or her sisters.