Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Hydra would range less and less from Moonspear as the snowfall became greater, though she knew there was one grand journey she had left to take before winter truly struck. She ranged toward Bramblewood to check on the status of this mission, and her sisters lurked (seeming as one long shadow) behind her, on either flank. When they neared the woods, Hydra's ear flicked in a way that caused them to disperse. They would search the place for their potential enemy on the perimeter as Hydra moved through its depths. The three of them were only passing through, but were not ones to leave any snow-laden log uninvestigated.

The sound of rustling in an anotherwise muted forest was amplified by the snow that had settled on this ground. Her ears pricked and Hydra lowered her head to the earth to suss out any familiar scents. None. Enemy and friend alike had not passed through this area in recent times, though she was no less on guard as she made her way toward the source of the sound. Just because she did not smell them there did not mean they had not utilized another of the forests pathways, and Hydra always decided to land on this train of thought as she wandered through territories not her own. Better to be safe than sorry.

Her own footfalls were light as she moved as stealthily as possible to come upon the other. She was working on becoming an adept stalker and tracker, both. When she came across the wolf rooting in the snow she knew immediately it was not the enemy she sought, and so she relaxed significantly—albeit not entirely—and loosed a chuff to alert him of her presence so he would not be startled by her coming upon him. He looked busy, and Hydra elected not to distract him—she had a place to be herself, after all. And so she did not cease in her movements as she altered her course to move past the tree he inspected.