Altar of Twilight Unleashed

In the distance ahead of her, against the dimly lit backdrop of melting snow, approached two identical dark figures. Wolves. But not just any random stray like herself. With a practiced eye, as @Ayla veered away to tend to something else, the wraith noted the natural way in which Hydra carried herself. So very unlike the slouching, predatory strides she often adopted, to appear more intimidating. But not tonight. Tzila carried herself loosely, with a certain lack of tension that hadn't been there before. 

Recognizing the Moonspearian Queen instantly, that same sense of kinship and worthy respect bloomed in her chest. The likes of which so few in her own eyes, was rarely afforded. Tzila almost smiled as Hydra chuffed to her, as if to invite her in for a discussion between allies. Retaining a neutral yet not un-friendly mask over her dark features, an amciable swish of her tail was granted in return. Then, wasting no more time on informal little introductions, she closed the gap. Her strides were long and easy as she glided forth, tail loose as she greeted the matriarch, skirting her partially. Tzila was almost welcoming, as her body language seemed to suggest. She was unaware of Hydra's return from the very pack she had abandoned of her free will, but the scarcity of the Nightwalkers scent on her coat would provide the first of many clues, and perhaps questions, of Tzila's appearance here tonight.