Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

Hydra knew of her brothers disapproval, and yet this was not for any other but for her family that she did this. If they could end this problem before it became larger than it already had become, she would. This day, she would not wait. Not if she could see an end to this all once and for all today. Arcturus thought it foolish, but he did not know how long this being had existed in the shadows for. How long he would continue to linger there if allowed, still harming the defenseless; was that all he was capable of, even still? 

It would not surprise her. 

Hydra heard Andraste, silent in her acceptance of the woman's intent for violence... good. There was a piece of Aurewen left in her, even if she refused to think so; Hydra was not so certain why the scarred woman so needed to change, to release, when she had committed no wrongdoing at all to the Queen's knowledge—but for when she became Andraste, and abandoned those that had depended on her. Who was this with her, then? Andraste the abandoner, or the final piece of Aurewen that still felt a mothers tether? 

An ear turned toward her mate as he spoke, and she regarded his words with a nod. Lyra was with her again, then, and she looked to her mirror image and understood. Nostrils flaring, she could sense nothing familiar in scent from here. Hydra looked toward the woman, and commanded in a low voice for her family and her to hear: stay here. Emerge only if you hear their voices; the rest will follow. You resemble your daughter; I would not have them think you are with me, she rumbled. It would ruin the element of surprise and reveal who the children could be with, if and when they determined they were not with the once-mother. 

If it were a trap, Hydra would take the brunt of it—her own tactical mind whirred. Again her eyes shifted toward Lyra, a mute invitation she knew would never be refused. Lyra hungered for that bastards blood as much as she. 

And so, Hydra drifted away from her packmates with Lyra alongside her, rounding the perimeter so they would not come from where the rest remained. The mists drifted off their person as they moved toward the Lake, and there Hydra too saw the solitary wolf Lyra had observed moments ago. There was no burnished rough upon him, though, and from here his scent was not one she recognized. The Queen moved nearer to him, but did not draw too close yet. Hydra chuffed to alert him of their presence, should he not yet have noted them there; she meant no harm for now, and her body language revealed that much. Still, she was guarded; it would be foolish to not be. 

I have heard word that I would find a murderer here, Hydra rumbled gravelly, and her gaze turned sharp and severe, have I found him? Her tail lashed behind her, waiting for recognition of these words—some semblance of surprise and fear, to see two so terribly familiar... or else some evidence of the contrary. From here, she could not yet discern whether he had one eye or two—but if this was the man she was thinking of, she felt she knew how he might react.