Altar of Twilight I was angry with my foe

Her tasks were difficult ones, she knew, but they were given so that the white male would have a 'way out', so to speak. He had been humiliated at worst, and at best simply felt foolish over it all, for his mistake of trespassing. If he never wanted to show his face again, at the very least it could be said by those of Moonspear it was because he had been given tasks that were near impossible. But they weren't impossible. Hydra did not know what she expected, but as the days came and went he faded from her mind. 

But not completely. There were days she would patrol and look for the shape of him without quite knowing it. And today, staring from several hundred feet up, she swore she saw what she had not thought to ever see. And then the she-wolf was on her way, moving fluidly to Moonspear's borders. And then beyond. The white blip she had seen to begin with might not have been him, but eventually Hydra did see him. 

She moved with her head and tail high, despite being out of Moonspear by much more than a mile (though this was because she knew what he wanted, and she wanted to be certain he knew how to defer). Hydra's eyes surveyed the obstacles she had given him laid out before him, and her blue eyes flashed. The male before her was perseverant, and his completion of the task said much about his character. The fact remained that he had made a mistake, though—Hydra did not wish for him to forget it, as she found in a remarkable twist of fate that she did not want him to die. 

You have done well in completing your task, Hydra commended, what was the reason you trespassed, all that time ago? This she found she needed to know. Would he ever be compelled to trespass (again) into the realm of another...?