Firefly Glen Monster in Disguise

The offer to accompany Hydra and her follower was accepted in an instant, happily leaving the bubble of her new little world to join them. There was a deep, strong desire to seek out her fellow packmates and create the initial bond that could be built upon later and it seemed that Bronco would be the first of them. Though there was little conversation, even just being around the other would at least make them the barest bit familiar. For Keres, at leeast, she didn't need words to learn about another. The spar, the exploration, the jaunt through the Glen, all of it was enjoyable for the grey Ostrega.

It was Hydra that stopped their tireless pace, bringing their little trio to a halt when a new scent was caught from the wind. An ear flicked in her leader's direction, noting the rumble, the sudden tension, the chilly tone that frosted her words. Eyes gravitated towards the source of movement, a bear of a wolf stepping forward with heavy footfalls. Big though she was, Keres saw the way she refused to meet Hydra's eyes, the almost meek behavior displayed to the queen of their mountain home.

With Bronco taking position on the leader's opposit side, Keres' attitude landed somewhere in the middle of the other two's. Not approachable but also not aggressive; stoic in her stance, she kept her attention on the opposing one, curious to see what turn this meeting took.