Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Hydra shifted when the other did, not mimicking her motions but simply preparing herself for what could come. When Sarah spoke, Hydra looked her over; she had no idea that the woman was with the Hollow, or that Terance was her brother—just that she had sought to steal what was not her own. The inquiry was met with a blink, and a bored once-over. You do not seem worth the energy, she admitted with an apathetic shrug. Sarah was weakened, infected—Hydra need not kill her, though she felt she could. She would leave that to the Wilderness unless otherwise provoked. As Sarah approached, rounding the lake slowly, Hydra tilted her head—it did not take a mindreader to know what the other felt, though Hydra did not believe the other blamed her as she did: you could have left when you had the chance. The fight was to protect the meat; you could have run, as the other wolf had. He has no injury to show for his wisdom, she drawled, shifting to face the woman as she approached. It was idly done that Hydra set her defenses, the act natural and coming to her easily subtle though it was. Hydra finished her train of thought with: so, why was it you fought? Hydra had not seen it from her perspective at all that she felt the others were going to kill her. Hydra had simply seen the other glut themselves and linger, a bloated little leech that wanted to take more from her family. 

If Sarah wanted to die now, Hydra would find out based on her next actions. She would happily give the woman what she wanted, though without provocation Hydra was more interested in the preservation of her energy and her health alike. Sarah had but one thing to lose now, and Hydra wondered if the stranger—a lone straggler, as far as Hydra knew—was willing to lose it.