Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

She ignored his warning, if only because if she had wanted to do something to him she already would have... and truth be told, still would if he earned her ire. Still, with no reason to disrespect his wishes to keep a distance she did; he was within reach, but he would have his desired space. Hydra could not detect whether or not he was being dishonest, although she did find it curious he had taken the word of his enemy. 

Was he alone here, after listening to that enemy? He was either very stupid, or there was something else to it—perhaps he was not alone. Her eyes drifted beyond him, but they eventually found their way back to him. She would have known if he was not alone by now—her packmates would have detected someone else, she suspected. After a beat, Hydra drawled, who is your enemy—who was the body? I think we may share some things in common, she wondered at length, thinking to ask the wiser questions to get to the bottom of this all—she added, however: although, I do not trust my enemies. If an enemy had led him here, it was for a reason.

And, if this one was not who she sought, then perhaps he could lead her in the right direction. She had no way of knowing whether or not they were after the same wolf... but it seemed too much of a coincidence that Andraste had come to her speaking of the dead and wolves who would feed on them only to find this wolf here, looking for a corpse himself—presumably not to eat, as he was a comrade. If he were who they were looking for, Andraste would have known by now—and there would be no conversation to be had. Hydra only hoped that Andraste kept to the mists; it would not do to expose herself, to give any insight as to where her hunted children may be.