Altar of Twilight victory does not make us conquerors

In time, the creature's idle twitching stopped as it passed from one plane to the next. She fed freely, pleased to have the creature to herself. The sound of another approaching caused Hydra to pause in her feast; she lifted her head and licked her chops as she observed the other who came upon the scene, noting the respect they displayed in hanging back. Licking remnants of the bloodied beast from her chops, Hydra remained watchful until he moved no closer. The Ostrega was no longer in the business of seeking out friends in strangers as she had once when she was younger; only those who proved to her their worth would earn her kinship, now. She resumed eating, though did not take much more prior to withdrawing from nature's kill.

Her eyes found the path she had moved in from and Hydra headed this way once more mutely to resume her watch for a while longer. Reclining some so that her muscles coiled and bunched, she lunged upward and in several bounds she ascended, before returning to the path she had followed to start with which was a great deal easier. She had not fed so much as to feel exhausted, but enough to restore her energy reserves; Hydra felt renewed, and full of vigor, as she made her way to the ledge once more.