Altar of Twilight loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

It was not the voice that first captured her attention but the strange shifting of colors. Hydra turned her head and was amazed by what she found coming nearer—in all of her days, she had never seen a wolf who looked so exotic or so unique as this one before her. It was clear that whoever this was was not fully grown—his paws betrayed him, as did certain other features. His eyes were a shade like Hydra had not yet seen before (that she could ever recall, anyway). She was disappointed by his youth, but possessive of him anyway; Hydra hoarded things she decided were fine, and though her sudden feelings for him were solely due to how unique he was and had nothing to do with attraction, they were something she desired to act upon.

Hydra's plume waved in a friendly manner. Hello, she greeted in turn, her eyes studying him for a moment. When she herself recognized she was staring, she blinked and apologized: sorry! I've never seen a wolf that's looked like you before,