Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Hydra really only could imagine; she liked to think she would never know it, as Sarah may. But then Hydra had always been a pack-wolf, and always thought ahead; to leave and idle as Sarah did, knowing what she knew, was simply asking for it. If Sarah preferred to starve alone, that was entirely up to her. The Queen hoped death was not for her, she so hoped to be wrong here! For once, she would not mind it. 

The Queen nodded to her companion, smiling thinly but not without the faintest trace of humor there. I hope that you do, she drawled, cryptic enough; either way, haunted or not, she would be certain of Sarah's end or having not come to it. Hydra found that she did not want the other to die in a strange turn of events. To wish the other luck was without point, luck had nothing to do with what surrounded the wilds now. It was less Sarah's exaggeration that had Hydra believing her and more of how she herself looked and smelled. Addled by fever and her infection and soon... consumption, she imagined. Hydra had not the name for rabies, and neither did any wolf who had encountered the scent along with her. She had no way of knowing for certain what it would do, but if Sarah were to find it? She would soon find out. 

May we meet again, Hydra drawled at length, ears forward, and you be in better health. It would be a shame, if not. But all must die; even she herself. Nodding, Hydra turned to continue her investigation of this terrain to see if anything else of use might be found, one ear turned toward Sarah in case she was not leaving as Hydra had expected her to and had more to say.