Razorback Ridge slay the lernean hydra

A moderately disheveled Exousia prowled to this same height from the opposite way. Her hackles rippled irritably as her tail lashed in frustration. She had just lost her prey and the traveling smell of smoke was to blame. Her presence here was much for the same reason as the wolf who was already there. A familiar figure...

Ave, shadecaller, she called to him lowly. There was no need to speak very loud up here - there wasn't a single tree there to impede her voice.