Altar of Twilight I was angry with my foe

LEMME KNOW IF THIS PP ISN'T OK!!!

 
His inquiry alarmed her, though she imagined perhaps he did not know the word. Hydra was confounded by words she did not know before, and subjects too—so she gestured to her side. Come with me, and together they moved toward Moonspear, him keeping to her shoulder as opposed to walking beside her along the way. Once they arrived, which did not take too much time, Hydra paused before the zig-zagging borderline. 

The scent of pack, given off by scent glands and piss alike, seemed to leap forth from the earth. To Hydra it was welcome, but to lone wolves it was unnerving—even if they wanted to join—in the warning the claim screamed: do not enter, or else. She looked toward the pale stranger, and inquired: would you pass through a scent like this, uninvited? Her ears flicked.