Moonspear she was long gone, long, long gone

Hydra cared not how tough the pill was to swallow. She had learned the wolf who had attacked Dragomir was young himself; she would take no risks. Those foolish enough to ignore borders were no doubt capable of accosting others; how could they not know what they were getting themselves into? Hydra had never heard of a pack who did nothing at all when others passed their borders, and would scoff at the notion of such a place existing. It was invitation for trouble, that. 

And the Queen would never send such an invitation out. 

She only watched him as he departed before she herself went to do the same in the opposite direction. What had transpired was far from forgotten, and before long Hydra adjusted her path to find her children. Hydra had another lesson to teach.