Bramblepoint Lethal poison for the system

Hydra had kept her distance, all too willing to let her sister learn on her own terms the ways of the wild. Even when she had spotted her sibling interact with a lone wolf, Hydra only closed the distance between them a very short measure, electing to investigate the recent imprint left behind by prey instead. When she raised her head to look at the interaction, the lone wolf could now be seen circling her sister.

The furs along her shoulder bristled. It was too close for comfort to oblivious Galaxy, who hadn't a mean bone in her body. It seemed Hydra, Alya, and Lyra had inherited all of them, while KJ, Galaxy, Vela, and even Jarilo were simply good. Hydra wasted no time in approaching them, seeking to stand broadside to Galaxy and hopefully interrupt the others circling pattern. Hydra knew the maneuver well, but Galaxy didn't. And wouldn't. She was no fighter of any sort—verbally, or physically. After sniffing at the air and determining that Wylla was not of the Blackfeather wolves, she felt moreso relaxed with the situation—but still curious as to why the other had been waltzing 'round her sister like that.

Hey, Hydra regarded the both of them with the casual greeting before looking to her sister, Making friends? She queried, looking to Galaxy, and then to the sly Wylla. The girl was undeniably pretty, though exceptionally thin. That was the state Hydra was used to seeing loners in. While the narrowness typically did no one any favors in the appearance department, it made the black phase all the more sharp in appearance—Wylla looked every bit the cutting blade. Her notched ear twitched as she observed the stranger.