Big Salmon Lake valleys formed where the wolf had lain

The she-wolf knew that things between the Caldera and Blackfeather would come to their head, soon. She left her territory now and then to check for word from Towhee, though none ever came. She imagined her friend was busy with that preparation. If her friend needed her help, she would come. Still, Hydra checked by ranging out from the familiarity of Moonspear and into the Wilds. There were other fish she had informed she would fry if they were within her claimed vicinity, and so it was never a pointless errand. 

Since their last interaction Vaati had not returned. This pleased her immensely. Korei Julia also was still missing, and every day Hydra strayed from the borders of Moonspear she fret that she might find yet another pale corpse. It seemed inevitable. But maybe she had found someone to take care of her simple self; no doubt, that would be her only chance of survival. In knowing their were softhearted wolves like Rannoch in the wilds, it was not hard to hope this. It was too bad Rannoch didn't have his own pack, still. 

Maybe I ought to encourage him to found a new one, she thought to herself idly. She had no idea what the Vale had been like, but she imagined it to be a pack filled to the brim with white knights. That would be the perfect environment for Moonspear's glass-boned Korei Julia.

The sound of digging distracted her. Hydra's attention shifted as she made way toward the source of the commotion, and was met with the sight of a wolf as pale as the snows he dove into flinging the stuff everywhere. Hydra swung wide around, head low and ears pricked, her own nose trying to pick up on what his had. She froze where she stood as she caught the strength of the scent by her—no doubt the critter was trying to escape. 

Hydra chuffed to the other to alert them of this new development he might have missed in all of his apparent joy at the task he had been preforming.