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Hydra had been, again, investigating this place for signs of her enemies. None still. This was good, but the matriarch felt some frustration to know they had not yet been found. It also meant that they had not taken residence here within her Wilderness, at least the parts of it she had explored in the days that followed her sons attack. That provided the most relief. There would be time to recover from this, and time to become stronger too. 

The matriarch had been making her way down, utilizing snowmelt and old paths forged to make the going all the quicker. The Ostrega was given pause at the sight of another in the distance, and her sharp eyes set to find a burnished ruff. When no such thing was seen from this distance, Hydra shook out her furs and made to approach, self-assured stride carrying her forth toward him on an indirect path. The Ostrega did not desire to make him feel threatened, after all. She only wanted to know if this was the wolf Merrick so as to slay him. Parallel, and keeping a respectful distance, Hydra looked to him then and huffed out a whuff!