Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

It's fine with me! Fortunately she's not trespassing on MSP territory, but it would make sense for her to smell MSP to some degree! It likely won't be the most conventional joining thread but we can see where it goes <3!!!!

 

Dacio could have Caiaphas; Hydra was after the wolf she presumed to be Titmouse. Whether he was or was not, evidently this one-eyed bastard was threatening one of their one. It might very well be the last thing he ever did, should he find himself in her clutches. The stranger went on to speak of the children, and Hydra would have acted none-the-wiser if not for her mate emerging from the mists to speak. 

And with a sigh, Hydra drawled: it is best to look no further into them than you already have. You might unwittingly lead her to them on your own search, her tone brooking no room for argument here; Moonspear would speak no more on those children. Of course he could do what he wished, but Hydra felt there was a reason the woman was not here. She could very well be several steps ahead of him...

She could not help but appreciate the cleverness of the woman, if this was the case. And remember herself enough to recognize that if she was an enemy, the woman was not dim. She only hoped Andraste would remain in the shadows; as for her, Hydra said nothing. If eventually Aurewen wished to find him, she was welcome to it... but Hydra only hoped she left her childrens whereabouts out of the conversation. Hydra willed her to leave, but could not ask without betraying her presence here... perhaps she might simply know to, realizing what was at stake.

Hydra was aware, then, mere seconds later, that she—blackface—might even be here now. Dirge's emergence had revealed more of their cards, but she would see here and now she was outnumbered. She looked to her mate to encourage one last look-around when a sneeze sounded; licking her chops, Hydra spun on her heel and was quick to move in long-legged strides toward the sound of the offender, violence personified as she closed the space left between them with several galloping bounds. 

What was found, though, was not blackface but a woman all in white—Hydra bristled, no less on guard and ready to attack than she was seconds ago even still. Who are you, Hydra snarled, why do you hide in the shadows? Hydra did not ask, but hoped Dacio had the sense to come nearer and investigate her; Hydra had no idea what blackface smelled like, but he did. Was this an ally of hers?