Deepwood Weald Check the cupboard for your daddy's gun

Hydra and her sisters ventured away from Moonspear for a temporary trip (informing their parents they would be home soon, but wanted to fulfill something for their academic pursuits). It was their own makeshift graduation shift that Lyra had the mind to create (creative as she was), and the healer did not find it difficult to convince Hydra—a homebody—and Alya—a scout—when she made mention of two particular wolves. Alya was the easiest to convince as all was well within her paradise. Hydra, on the other hand, was not so sure... until Lyra mentioned that Hydra could give Rian a piece of her mind, if she wanted to. 

She did want to. 

Hydra, @Alya, and @Lyra had gone on their way and scoured the lands for traces of the wolves they sought. Hydra broke away from them, stalking through the Weald in a pantheric prowl as she contemplated what she might say to the man who had scorned her. But this thought soon faded as she came across a bloodtrail. Idly Hydra followed it, though wisely kept a distance from it so she would not be so swiftly discovered and attacked by whoever, or whatever, hunted here. Her senses were alert, and her cool blue eyes surveyed her surroundings as she moved.