Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

No, she concurred, but then that did not answer her question all that well. Hydra had known that much and extended her invitation thusly, but the other here and now seemed to favor her loneliness. It was a lone wolf Sarah was becoming, tied to none, in this way. But you waste your energy and your health here by your lonesome. You may squander what potential there is for you to return home at all should both take a downward spiral, she thought aloud with a frown, and, speaking of health—

I smelled, and saw, a moose in poor health recently. He passed through here. I have never smelled anything like it, but the scent... I noticed it again over there... it... it is a moose I do not think should be eaten, she forewarned, rising to all fours and gesturing to her side so that she could take Sarah to where she had observed it. Perhaps Sarah might know the scent for what it was by name; Hydra was not sure, only that she ought to steer clear of the beast. 

She had heard, if she remembered correctly, all were suffering from this shortage of food—even wolves from beyond seemed to come to these lands due to the absence of it. Alya had said as much, and Hydra trusted her word. As for her brother? I would like to think so, she quipped, ear flicking. The duo had been through a lot, after all, and he had apologized to her enough for her to know she was worth something to her—though actions always meant more to her. But to say those words, he had traveled miles and miles to speak them. 

Yes, the Ostrega answered, how did he fare, the last time you saw him? He had been through his own trials she understood, but she suspected he was doing well enough and that the Hollow still stood as he had not come to her as she had once wished he might.