Moonspear 'cause they got powers and stuff

Her aggression was fading and was morphing into something other, though it appeared she was not yet receptive enough to humor the advances of a lurking coyote. He came too near with ample interest, no doubt possessed by her changing scent—Hydra made quick work of him. One large paw splayed against its broad chest as she ate what was left of him, and having vented out the final vestiges of her vexations Hydra shook out her furs and stretched. 

The fire in her belly was warming. She paused for a moment to groom herself when the familiar call of Ying was heard. The matriarch was not far, and called to inform she had heard before she moved to meet her. 

It did not take long; soon enough, Ying was within her sights. Hydra's tail swayed at the sight of her; it was good to see her again, though Hydra had not expected her to return so soon. Emerging from The Netherwood so she too could be soon, Hydra descended from where she stood as only one who had navigated these lands for all their lifetime could. Her eyes fell to the rabbit Ying had brought, shifting back to the she-wolf who had come calling. Hydra would not yet assume this was for her, and she allowed Ying room to speak first.