Bramblepoint I'll man the flashlight.

Whatever the scent was, it abruptly ended. Hydra stared at the earth and noted a small hole, and rose to turn to find Alya to see her own findings. All this was cut short when her name was called, and her eyes turned to find the familiar figure of Towhee. This particular cub she did not mind as, well, she wasn't on Moonspear. Any young child that was not Ostrega or Moonspear born upon Moonspear would always be regarded with suspicion. Hydra shook out her furs before trotting toward Towhee, her attention redirected. Towhee, she greeted with a fond flick of her plume—they had, in their own way, bonded over the massacre of a coyote, and as Towhee hadn't gotten in the way of her end-game Hydra enjoyed her and her boldness. Where's Raven? She asked, peering over her shoulder. The wind told no tales of Raven's presence, but perhaps she was meant to meet Towhee here.