Altar of Twilight your heart measured in mountains fell and climbed

When they were near enough, Hydra observed as her mother did. She was mute, though. This wolf was stark black, with no stardust to her—as Rannoch had described—and so she was calm, though this did not mean she was not prepared. Her mistrust of strangers existed largely because of that incident, and it was ever present and in the back of her mind. Hydra's tail lashed between her hocks as her mother asked her question, and one notched ear flicked. She moved beside her mother, chuffing in an amicable manner toward the stranger. Hydra mirrored her mothers body language, though was more lax than she in her posturing. Still, there was an ample amount of pride in every step she took, right to the moment they had paused to engage this stranger. Her eyes are sharp and assessing despite the amicability she presented. For her age, she had seen much and knew better than to fully trust any outsider. But even the scent, from this distance, did not match that of her known enemy.