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There was a sense of wrongness that she had felt some days before the first rumblings beyond the mountain that reached its foothills only some days later. Hydra kept her children close, but as she scouted the territory she knew they were safe with her husband. The Queen had told her children that something was amiss; to be watchful. Careful. Prey was becoming scarce, not just here but beyond; they had a sense for danger, too, those creatures. 

Hydra maneuvered toward the upper reaches to see what she could find there. The Queen saw many abandoned roosts from where she stood in areas she could not access, the setting sun glaring against the emptiness where normally silhouettes would sit. Her stomach sank at the sight of it, though became distracted from her distress when her peripheral caught sight of one lone winged creature, bolder (more foolish, really) than the rest, returning from its own hunt. She locked eyes with the beast, and felt some strange sort of comfort in its presence.  

She sighed, wondering if @Alya would be returning soon; she yearned for her more than ever, the woman that was her right hand, wondering what she might make of this even though she felt she already knew.