Phoenix Maplewood finders, keepers

The scent of pack caused Hydra's nose to quiver. Normally, she would give pack territory wide berth, but she was searching for someone—and as her nose hovered over the earth, their scent came to her. Her tail swung in rapid arcs as she looked to Lyra, and though she was tempted to pass over the boundary line, for the moment Hydra respected wolf-law. Her head tipped backward as her call rang, a summons; should the call not be answered, her patience, frayed by the long journey, would at last find its end, and so would any who thought to deter her from finding who she had come for.