Moonspear Bitter

The devastation had changed Hydra, though whether or not this was for the better or for the worst would surely be determined in time. In the timeline of grief, it was unknown even where the matriarch stood. Too many had been lost. And the ache of it was almost too much to bear. Still, Hydra knew she must go on. Nature was a fearsome and terrible thing, and Moonspear for the first time in some time were at the receiving end of it. The quakes had not done much to devastate them, and they had come out of the famine on the better end of it. Even Hydra knew that their good fortune could not last long by the hand of Her, the only thing that no wolf could hope to be the better of. A thing that was indiscriminate, nature was as beautiful as it was merciless. Hydra could not see the beauty, then. 

Limping some, Hydra kept near to the borders so as to ascertain the status of things then. Scents fading struck her, and she steeled herself as she noted two others scents fading fast. It could be that they had visited Mahler, but the scent of one daughter was still present... not outside the realm of possibility, at least, and so for the moment Hydra could only cling to hope that they would soon return. Winter was upon them, and the scent of a blizzard was on the wind. 

Swallowing some emotion that threatened to rise, Hydra turned from the borders to make her way toward the den of her brother and her sister brought to her by him. She wondered how @Kukutux fared, bearing witness to the grizzly scene, and she wondered if there might be some poltice that could be applied to her hindleg that would help the healing along.

First she saw Saviguk, and then Sialuk. Hydra was glad to see them in one piece, but wondered how they fared. Moving toward them, hind leg smarting but not beyond repair, the bruised matriarch licked her chops as she made way to them.