Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Hydra's exploration of Moonspear was done simply because live prey upon it were limited to smaller fare. The other day she had scented a sickly moose, and seen it, too; today she wondered if she might find any other of its fellows. As she investigated the lake, she only found its destruction with a wrinkle of her nose—the reek of it remained. Had it died, she wondered? Had its disease spread? That, too, she sought to investigate. 

Fortunately, the answer to the latter question seemed to be no. Content by this at least, Hydra paused in her task to head to the lake to take a drink from it herself. Upon emerging from the woods surrounding the lake she caught sight of a familiar face—Hydra had not smelled her, having been downwind of her, but recognition was now there. She was certain her own face would likely be the last the injured party wanted to see, nevermind hear. Across from her, the lake rippling in between them, Hydra was utterly still—quiet and watchful. The Queen did not much care for what the stranger wanted—not when they had actively tried to fight for what Hydra had claimed for her family and her (known) allies. She waited to see how the other would behave; would they turn aggressive, or not?