Lake Rodney the hero of our own story

Apparently Wraen's exciting week had not nearly come to an end, because, when she lifted her head up to see, who was approaching her, she froze, recognizing Hydra. Had she not been so weary and feverish, she would have met the proud queen of the mountains either standing tall or electing to flee the scene to avoid confrontation. Now, however, she felt an odd mix of annoyance and indifference to this. If she was to hear more crap from yet another Moonspear wolf about, how she had fooled Arcturus and tricked him away from his family, so be it. It would be the same song over again, she would remain only to hear if the lyrics were spelled differently or change slightly around.

She did not reply immediately, sat down, scrutinized Hydra's face for a while and then turned away as if bored by the fact that she had found nothing new. "No, he's not near," she said. "Should I tell that you were looking for him, when I see him again?"