Moonspear Trespassers beware

The matriarch swept down from the higher altitude swiftly, and along the way she heard a call; Hydra paused in her descent and called back, I am coming. Another could likely beat her there were they near enough, but Hydra lengthened her stride to arrive before Vallkyrie all the sooner. The Queen moved with a grace that could be attributed to someone born of the mountain they roamed; her blue eyes landed upon the figure of the wolf that waited at the borders, long-legged and delicate even from a distance. Black and white comprised her, ravenblack and winterwhite—and her eyes contrasted starkly with her nightfurs as surely as Hydra's own did. 

The Ostrega arrived before Vallkyrie, tail lifted in no idle fashion over her hindquarters so there was no mystery of her own place here. A cursory sniff revealed to Hydra that the she-wolf ran with none, but Hydra was never one to assume the reason for a wolf at her borders unless they crossed them, and would not start doing so today. I am Hydra, Queen of Moonspear, she greeted, why is it you have called? she inquired, to the point; her ears pricked forward, the only true telltale sign of her interest given her otherwise stony demeanor.