Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Hydra meant well, but irked Sarah. When she would recall this meeting later, she would remember this annoying trait of the Queen first. There was something very fascinating and terrible at the same time about people, who believed that everything they did or thought was right and for the good. The grizzled she-wolf might not have known several instances from the world history, where just this kind of attitude had brought to horrible consequences, but she knew instinctively that Hydra was dangerous. For her own good and survival it was better to keep her in the friend zone. 

"You cannot imagine," Sarah remarked, wondering, if Hydra had the slightest idea, what famine truly meant. It could drive you mad, make you contemplate and justify things that you would never otherwise dream of doing. "Well," she got to her feet and stretched. Sick or not that moose was not standing still and waiting for her to catch up. It was either this, or lying in some corner, waiting to die. And since she had already wonderfully exaggerated her upcoming doom to Hydra - that lass truly believed that she saw Sarah for the first and last time - there was nothing else left for them to discuss. "If I get well, I fancy I will come and see you again. If not - I will come and haunt you and your family," she told her with a sly grin. Both options were tempting.

You can conclude and fade in your next post. Thanks! This was very entertaining. :)