Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

Once the distance between them was bridged, Hydra extended her snout to seek any telling scents that might indicate this wolf was foe rather than simple stranger... but they wore no such thing. It could be that the mud withheld such vital information, but it gave the other precious minutes more of life, and with it an altogether pleasant (enough) affect from Hydra. The question might reveal to most that this wolf could be a newcomer, but Hydra would never be most—she preferred to be cautious. But she was not thorny in demeanor for it. 

No, she answered with a sigh, I have never seen it rain in such a way in all of my years here, the matriarch candidly revealed. Is it not like this elsewhere, at present? she wondered aloud, curious as to what Keres had seen in the lands beyond... perhaps, then, the Teekon Wilds were the beginning of it.