Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Hydra didn't miss the scathing look Towhee threw to the other, and though she was about to ask Towhee firstly apologized. No worries, she said with a grin, her eyes shifting toward the bird. His wing better? She wondered aloud, having zero idea about bird recovery and rehabilitation. And at Towhee's suggestion, Hydra trotted around Towhee to sidle alongside her, taking care to mind the hawk and not approach on that side. She didn't want to unsettle it and injure Towhee in that process.

After an assessing once-over, Hydra wrinkled her muzzle, darting forward to circle the palest of them all. Can you fight? She hummed. If the girl was an easy target, there was little point in practicing on her. We're training—there's a war coming, she informed. To attack Ivy out of the blue would make her no better than the wolf she despised, though truth be told Hydra thought little on that subject. She did what she wanted. She did give Ivy the courtesy to leave, or to stay.