Nocturne Summit avaritia

Her eyes traced the stones that surrounded them; Nor blended well with what was all around them, down to her ink-dipped muzzle that merged perfectly with the shadows she presently emerged from. Slate-grey matched perfectly with the jutting rock behind the strangers person, and Hydra's gaze very nearly passed over her. Truthfully, were it not for her bright, golden eyes, it may have; as it was, Hydra found the other soon after they decided to be discovered thanks to them, even subdued by the shade as they were. 

The Queen did not assume they were not aggressive simply because they had not yet decided to attack; rather, she imagined they might be measuring her person. Hydra kept her distance and began to pick her way upward on a different rocky face, sniffing at the earth even still while she went but putting herself in a place where the stranger could not lunge at her from above, keen to not be at any sort of disadvantage. Hydra never underestimated any, even when they presented themselves as Nor did. 

It did, however, bring her some comfort and prevent an aggresive introduction on her own part. 

Perhaps this she-wolf might be of assistance to her by way of news; but then, Hydra's trust in strangers was minimal at best. Contemplating only a minute more as she sniffed at the earth, Hydra lifted her head and spoke to the other: I am looking for someone. A young girl, white-furred with a pink nose. Have you seen such a wolf on your travels? She inquired, watchful for any indication of recognition.