Altar of Twilight victory does not make us conquerors

The rain fell freely, albeit lightly, though it was not difficult to navigate through; Hydra picked her way along the familiar terrain of Altar of Twilight. Moonspear offered the best views within the Valley, but she ranged beyond to investigate what lay just outside. She had not forgotten her father advising she expand her patrol to inform him if she had seen any of the wolves that might follow Rannoch that sought to claim hunting grounds they were unwelcome to, and that she readily did. She had informed her mother and father of her interaction with Terance, and also shared with them her lack of faith.

Hydra ascended the Altar of Twilight, keeping to its outer perimeter. Though the rocks were slick, the Ostrega had been born and raised upon mountains and was an expert in maneuvering upon them. The blue-eyed she wolf found her way to a large ledge and noted the great vantage point that was to be had here. She settled on her haunches, and she licked her chops. Her ears pricked forward, though one cupped backward as she heeded her surroundings.