Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

It had been @Dragomir who had seen it all unfold from above, first; a summoning howl brought her to him, firstly, and the duo watched the scene unfold from above. It was absolute, utter chaos; where had all the moose come from? She, Dirge, and Arcturus had all explored the Wilds with no luck for her sister andprey, yet this day they stampeded in droves like she had never seen before. She knew they would not be the only interested party, but they might have been the first among the scene with their vantage point...

But it was not to be today. The moment they had observed together was the moment she had decided he must come; it was time to see the sort of wolves Aurewen-now-Andraste, alongside the mercenary, had made. When interest was presented, Hydra thoughtfully accepted. She gathered several of Moonspear with her in addition, namely @Dirge, @Arcturus, and @Jarilo (leaving others behind to watch after the children)—and at the pace Dragomir set, they were off. 

It was slow-going, but none of Moonspear rushed him. Hydra scoured the surroundings to catch a whiff of any stray or errant moose; the commotion had gone, and she wondered how many prey had died with it. It did not make sense to Hydra to move any quicker in any case; they needed to be aware in case another disaster struck. As it was, all seemed stable and still for now. There was nothing else left behind except for what they would come to find at the Lake. 

She slowed before they entered the scene, her attention shifting; this was where they had found their father. Would it be too much for them, to enter this scene? Hydra had not thought of it, and truth be told the threads of that thought were faster still to leave when she caught a whiff of meat and blood. Her body snaps to attention, and she gestures to her mate to have the back of Dragomir in case any sought to exploit the presence of a child. Here was an event he could learn from; here she would educate. The scent of @Andraste came to her, then, and whether it was old or new she could not say... and so she forewarned: Aurewen may be here. If you do not think you can bear this, Dirge will return you home. I will not force you into something you are not ready for, Hydra hummed, but if you feel you are ready, you must answer to me. Know your limits; it is not weakness to need help. Watch, for now. Her ears pricked at this, waiting for indication that this was understood before her gaze shifted to Dirge that asked he watch the cubs back in this. To stay with them, and protect them, throughout what she knew she would instigate. Who knew what would be felt here? By either party? Well, the woman could at the very least rest easy in knowing her children would now be fed, if the father of their children had not made it to her to tell her where they had decided to settle. Fed and protected both. 

And then, she entered the scene. 

Unlike Tzila, she did not charge for the animal; she watched as others attempted to draw and quarter the thing, likely to bring their choice of meat to home. Hers was a far more tactical approach, but then she had age and experience both to aid her. Hydra, from here, detected the scent of the Nightwalkers; her would-be allies. Time to test the merit of that, and see if they would answer to the command of their Queen upon the mountains. Hydra moved with all the preternatural grace attributed to one, though each step possessed a measure of strength ready to be unleashed. Hydra's own hierarchal position among any here was above the rest, and her posture revealed the gist of that; even the hardiest of wolves might wither a moment to see the command she exuded, effortless and instinctual—unquestionable authority. Her gaze turned to Andraste for a moment, waiting for recognition from her, so she herself would know what next to do—chase her, or permit her? Would her response be due to fear, or true acceptance of her place here as Queen? Would she bite the hand that had already fed her? 

Hydra would kill her first, do to her as the others did to the moose that lay strewn before them—she was so tired of betrayal that the next to do so she would certainly kill! 

Her gaze turned away from her back toward the rest, one ear cupped toward her, the other back toward  where Dirge and Dragomir had both been before rotating toward the group ahead. 

My children will not starve. My pack will not starve. 

The sound that came from her was feral in nature, assessing the best point in which to join when the scent of Nightwalkers came to her. Not just them, though, but Easthollow; two allies! Fortune favored her, she felt. There were two strangers to her here; the Blackfeather Wolf, and the wolf of the Hollow. Sarah's scent was vaguely familiar in that it carried a hint of her brother upon her (though she had yet to recognize it for that), and Hydra fixed her gaze upon the woman, deciding as she tore into the beast she and that other stranger were unwelcome here. It was not for her scent, but for her lack of a place in this Wilderness—

Her Wilderness.

She moved forward with a confident gait, lingering nearest to @Black Hat and @Tzila, circling as to be near to Merrit, too, so that he might get a whiff of her; he might know her by sight, given she was the mirror image of her twin, who she sought among the fray. Not seeing her yet, though hoping she was somewhere near Hydra rumbled to her known allies loud enough for them to hear: fight for this meat so that we might have all of it, not be left only with scraps, came her decree, gaze panning toward Merrit. Today, he had the benefit of fighting with them; for that, he would be rewarded a leg and not chased from it. Her gaze turned toward Black Hat, a feral gleam in her eye as she introduced herself lowly from behind, I am the Queen of Moonspear, and it would please me greatly to fight with you this day, she finished in a low drawl. 

With a commanding flick of her ear that Arcturus (and Jarilo) would recognize as go, Hydra's hindquarters coiled as she lunged toward the nearest wolf to her—the unfortunate Nightstar, who was so (but moments ago) engrossed in his limb. Throat draped over muzzle, she aimed for a hindleg of his own, attempting to whip her own body out of reach and stabilize her weight as best she could, flattening her ears and setting her defenses as she grimly stared past narrowed eyes. He had done well in putting his energies to his task; she would see to it that either she or her allies would benefit from that, and them alone, with a wrinkled muzzle. She let Sarah be, for now—supposing that the Nightwalkers would handle her, or that she might flee, or perhaps Arcturus might try his hand with that. Merrit, nearest to her, she hoped would help in some capacity with this one before her. It was unlikely that she smelled of the Hollow, for Hydra to heed her secondly (though her peripheral attention was upon her, and she heeded the movements within her near surroundings with due diligence); the shred of respect that she had for Terance revealed in that moment alone, though, if she recognized the hint of a scent at all, may have come into play for her actions otherwise. 

But her love for her own family would surpass that tenfold, and her passion for what she would see come to pass fueled her further. Any not allied to her would regret it—any who were would know precisely what to do next to make that so! 

Vague about who from MSP is joining unless otherwise specified. Consent to PP MSP participants up to this point given! Vague about decisions made and alladat~ If any PP'd want me to edit, lmk! Rushed through this to get a post in :) TLDR; Journey here with MSP woofs, Hydra rallies her Known Allies to protecccc the carcass and goes to attack Nightstar to get him to flee, aiming for a hind-leg <____>