Big Salmon Lake far from grace

No, I believe she is aware, Hydra drawled. Upon his late form had been her scent. Opalia, another of your packmates, searches for her too. But I think she might have drifted to mourn. Still, it has been... a while, now, which was what worried her. Hydra licked her chops. I had hoped she would not go alone to grieve, knowing all that she did, and Dacio being a wolf she so cared to. Praimfaya displayed extreme carelessness and recklessness both in her endeavor, both traits that displeased and worried Hydra further. Such traits could get her killed independent of even their enemy. 

There had been much disorder and tumult as of late. But Hydra cared primarily for the wellbeing of her wolves. Grief also made others stupid with it. But Hydra, knowing that, would do her best not to become one even while she grieved her own latest loss. More than one. Her brother, who willingly turned his back on her; still she could not understand it, comprehend it. 

Interested in her newest subordinate, though, Hydra thought to ask: how was it you came to be in the Wilderness? What brought you here? with a slight wave of her tail.