Firestone Hot Springs blood in the water,

Fortune smiled upon her. 

In the distance was a vaguely familiar cut of a wolf; the scent of her, though, was undeniable at its base. It was nice to not need to travel beyond this so that she could return home all the sooner, but then the fact that this was the territory that she might speak with Ira... well, how could one complain? Alya quietly acknowledged the presence of Ira, though a noise in the distance called to her attention. Mutely the two communicated, and Alya set off in the direction of it. Hydra would know if there were trouble nearby this way. 

Moving to meet the woman halfway, Hydra slowed to a halt when there was a comfortable space between them. The scent of Ira's second was not yet picked up upon, as the scent of the coast was far more overpowering. More than that, Hydra thought Speedy was dead—it was not a scent she sought... as of yet, the matriarch had not caught wind of her. 

Business, she drawled, though it seems with that I may have found pleasure along the way, she remarked, gaze turning from Ira to the hotsprings all around them. Her attention was still solely for Ira, though; Hydra saw her there in the side of her eye, and even when her head turned one ear remained cupped toward the woman. Do you come here often? she asked with interest, moving nearer to one hot spring to inspect it while still keeping a healthy distance. She was uncertain as of yet if these were geisers—the sort that could eviscerate you upon eruption. 

A lovely place to bring an enemy for a stroll, if such was the case. But if not, well, it certainly was as good a place as any to discuss business.