Altar of Twilight loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Hydra had informed her father of her intent to take a quick visit to the Vale. But firstly, the she-wolf yearned to investigate the Altar of Twilight neighboring the summit. Though Hydra was no (aspiring) scout like her sister, she supposed she should learn to coordinate with their decided allies and better learn to hold counsel with other leaders. Having befriended Rannoch and liking him well enough from first impressions, Hydra thought she might be able to learn best in going firstly to him. Truly, she cared more for the Vale than she did Tyonti... whatever her name was... that other womans pack. 

The graceful she-wolf prowled the Vale with an experts ease, steps long and languid. Her ears flicked atop her crown. She had come here to see if there was anything else going on surrounding Moonspear her family hadn't been informed of, and from this vantage point she sought to see any collection of wolves gathering in a way that meant, well, they were creating a pack. Her blue eyes were hard as she took in her surroundings, though nothing stuck out to her in any direction.