Big Salmon Lake will-o'-the-wisp

cameo!!!!

 

Lyra had told @Alya and herself, and naturally, the sisters followed at a distance. They were protective over (arguably) the sweetest of the three, and so were more prone to keeping with her when she left the territory. Alya and Hydra both noted the wolf in the distance, pale of fur and windswept, and they were two visible dots in the background as they drew close to further suss out this stranger. But Hydra, upon drawing nearer (though not so close as to be within the scene, simply close enough to depict hue), noted that this was no stranger. Not to her, anyhow. 

She looked to @Alya and her ears flicked in such a way that declared the two of them partake in their own hunt this eve. Nearby, of course, but away from the duo—he did not know it yet, but as fate would have it, the cerberus were working on bringing him into their fold. Such a thing would take more time than was typical—they were older and more wary of others now, but also more prone to take greater interest in them as well. They were girls being girls. 

Hydra noted a look of longing from Alya and nipped her shoulder fondly, lifting her tail authoritatively. She would have her chance. Hydra looked back to to the pair, though her gaze fell upon the man with eyes like winter for the briefest of moments before she sprang away, Alya (presumably) in tow.