Hydras

The alpha of the Lurkers returned to the heart of her domain, rather exhausted after a long day's work. Trotting slowly but confidently, the three-toned hybrid came to a larger, two-story warehouse that was rightfully abandoned. A gaping hole in one wall allowed the alphes into the dark confines of the building.

For a moment, the wolfdog lingered over an assemblage of clothing and glittering human objects. She mumbled a few whispering words under her breath, dipped her head, then turned away from the pile. Moving through the scattered rays of light that filtered through the many broken windows, Hydras climbed one of the rickety metal stairs and came to the second floor of the building. Up there, she entered a small room where clothes and blankets had been dragged into to make bedding. Then she laid down and curled up tightly, ready for a long rest.