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He permitted her approach, and Hydra was bold enough to meet him without reservation once she saw no sign of the infamous ruff that she knew of. He was a male, and so could not be the shade, but it was his scent she sought to capture now to be certain he had no dealings with them. If the scent was heavy enough to imply the frequency of one anothers company was such that he ran with them, she would do what she must to dispatch him... but as her investigation went on (nose flaring and drinking in the details of his vagrant lifestyle) there was no evidence of such. 

So, her tail swayed in an easy and amicable display that all was well and there was no quarrel to be had. Hydra's gaze then shifted to where he had been looking, wondering what he had seen to hold his attention so before her own arrival.