Silverlight Terrace and it burns with a guilty smoke

Hydra hadn't the eyesight of a hawk to know Dirge lingered near. After their conversation, she absently sought his features near the borderland. His face was not the only she sought, though; there had been the pale @Atlantis she wondered about, now and then. Neither of them drew too near, and so she began to think of them less and less. The Beta had decided to push those who did not seek her from her mind; she had more important things to deal with than wonder if she might see those familiar faces once more. 

She sought a familiar herb for Lyra, which was why she was just beyond Moonspear's border this hour; her sister was tending to a pack member, and could not leave them. The Beta discovered the herbs and had intended to head back; as it was, her vantage point provided her with a view, and she saw the familiar features of Dirge. She knew him at this angle, and she observed for a moment. Was he headed to Moonspear? 

He turned, and Hydra reclined onto her haunches, content to loiter and watch what he would do. She did not deign to intervene on his trajectory any more than she had; Hydra had decided to let the cards fall where they would.