Big Salmon Lake cover the face, blanket the body

Hydra came across Ying's trail, again, quite by accident. She sniffed after it, idle at first; she deduced Ying traveled alone and had not settled at the Glen with any other than herself. Hydra was not thrilled to think Ying was still within the Wilderness as she came to the Lake, observing the she-wolf resting where the water could access the wounds the matriarch herself had given her. If Ying had any grudge with the wolves of Moonspear, she would find out now and put an end to it—by whatever means necessary. 

Moving around the lake so as to not be out of Ying's line of sight, Hydra was sure to give the other woman plenty of space. For the time being, Hydra was not here for a fight. Why did you seek to harm my subordinate? Hydra inquired, voice low and ears pricked; was Ying simply violent by nature? That would not do—not without a leash and collar, in any case. As Hydra had seen it, Ying had been itching for a fight before she noted Hydra there and Isilme retaliated.