Altar of Twilight No Joy in Mudville

Hydra moved through the Altar of Twilight, tracking a familiar scent with a waving tail. She loved this weather—though she knew it was not the safest to traverse when lightning struck. It was a storm that was close, and the boom that came rattled even her bones. Displeased by the interruption, Hydra made her way toward the same overhang another wolf had. 

By the time she had entered, it was too late to turn around... but at least she had not collided into him. Still, the quarters were tight. Beautiful weather we're having, she quipped, turning so that she could face the entrance. She kept herself guarded, in case she needed to spring suddenly away from the other.