Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Hydra knew well death was friend to none, least of all her though she had helped bring more to Its party than most. Having seen her sister stolen from this plane too soon saw to that. It was a sobering truth, but one that made her stronger to learn. Hydra was a terribly proud woman, but death had humbled her some. Not today, the Queen drawled, knowing it was in her power to do so. No... she had not noted Sarah's disrespect today (having perceived it to be another thing entirely), and come to understand why she might be the way that she was.

That did not mean that if Sarah challenged her for food again Hydra might not change her mind. It was all circumstantial; if Sarah was to bring anything home to Terance, Hydra would be far more forgiving than if she was simply to glut herself. Hydra could only hope that Sarah had learned her lesson to retreat before death came to visit again—Sarah might come to find that Its blue gaze was too similar to her own. 

Identical, even. 

Her ear flicked as Sarah decided, for now, against her offer; if Sarah had any question about the issues of a lone wolf, she would do well to remember how she was treated alongside the carcass. Do that, she encouraged with a flick of her ear. As Sarah introduced herself, surnameless, Hydra found herself quite curious. No longer important? It was none of her business, but Hydra could not relate. It had once been important to Terance; he introduced himself by firstly speaking of his mothers name in full. What had it been? 

Years, and she had not forgotten—but she did not say it. Had it been so long since they had first met...? 

But she did not ask. If Sarah had wanted her to know, surely she would have told her. 

What keeps you from home, in any case? Hydra asked then; she wondered if Terance already thought Sarah dead, what with the quakes and the like. Hydra also wondered if Sarah had smelled the foul scent that came from the moose or if she had not noticed beyond the scent of her own infection.