Altar of Twilight I was angry with my foe

Most of those things Hydra was not concerned with anymore. Except for the giant bird—which she intended on going back for. But she wanted to see how he handled it, walking away from all that he had done... it was a sort of cathartic thing in a way, demonstrating that if he could move past that, they could move past... well, his transgression. Still, though perhaps she should have been satisfied by his answer if she wished for bygones to be bygones with him, she had to know: then why on that day did you? and, after a beat, she informed, that is trespassing. Hydra knew now he could smell. The pale wolf before her was obviously physically fit enough to perform the tasks she had given him. And he did not seem mentally incompetent... but he had acted that way when he had passed through the borders.

But she realized in this moment there would never be an acceptable answer to that. Only by her mothers grace did he live, because Hydra—in these matters—was her fathers daughter. She would have killed him and not regretted it, even knowing what he was capable of now. She shook her head and said quickly after, it does not matter. Do it again to any other pack and you could be killed. Mostly, that is how trespassers are handled here. You are lucky, and it was no compliment. It was dumb luck, but luck nonetheless. Who are you?