Altar of Twilight show the world that you would eat it whole

Hydra approaches with her sister hanging in the back. It would not do to underestimate any, even the young—Hydra did think herself capable of handling herself, given her nearly acquired mastery of being a warrior, but after dealing with an unstable wolf Hydra knew that not everybody out there fought with instinct in mind. At the very least, Hydra could warn him. As she thought of it, the male they fought against had been young, too. Given her skills, she likely could dispose of him—if he did not fight dirty. Well, in knowing how he fought, she had an advantage. Singularly, he could not even begin to guess how she did. 

Once she was a comfortable distance away, she looked over his shoulder and then back to him. Have you seen a pale wolf around these parts? Large, pale... has a scar upon his face, now, her lips twitched upward, pleased with the permanent mark she had left upon him. He's not pure white... he's got some tan on him, too, she said, thoughtful. After a beat, she informed him, we don't intend to hurt him, much, in case they were friends. Perhaps it was not the best approach, if they were pals—but Hydra wanted the attacker of Rannoch to know. If he was seen again, he would pay the price with his blood.