Wapun Meadow From revolution to revelation

Unlike the duo, Hydra herself had no immediate interest in the long-eared critter they had taken note of. Her belly was full, and she had no hunger to speak of. The Beta had different priorities, and had decided to stray from where she had once thought her sister to be in favor of the direction @Bruges had informed her Alya had lurked in last. By her math, it made sense that Alya would have been injured around these parts and, if there were any packs, taken in by them. She lived and breathed still... this she knew, inexplicable though it was. 

The meadow was open, and Hydra observed two others in the near-distance. One was a wolf whose appearance was entirely unique to Hydra, and... no, that made two wolves of unique design. A hooded she-wolf, and a masked one. Each, Hydra appreciated—but she was not here to socialize, or sightsee. Her pace was slow enough where she might be able to gauge recognition on either of their features and if she found any, that would determine her next course of action. By now, Moonspear's scent was lost among a myriad of others... strangers, territories, and the remnants each of them left behind clung to her.