Nocturne Summit avaritia

They had not seen her. A shame, really; Hydra hoped to narrow her hunt (the path of it, really) down in some capacity but today gave her nothing to do so with. Still, the day was early and Hydra had only just begun her search this day... there was still plenty of time to find a lead, so she liked to think. When the other went on, Hydra deduced that this she-wolf must be new—and as it turned out, she was also looking for someone. 

Perhaps I have seen him, she offered at length, I have been here for years. I have met many in this Wilderness, she drawled. Even if the other had not been able to help her, Hydra was feeling kind; perhaps for it, luck would be on her own side during her search for Isilme. Her ears pricked, wondering if the dark stranger might reveal his appearance to her; she could only hope that she would be specific about her description of him, as she had not been lying when saying she had met many; she had. And often, the first had few distinguishing qualities from the second she might have met. For the others sake, Hydra hoped her brother was not a very common wolf by the look of him.