Bramblepoint There's a new sheriff in town.

The shock that Towhee expressed was met with a simple nod. She supposed it must be surprising to see two of the very same thing before you—there was no difference between the sisters, after all, down to the notch on their ear. There's another, too, Lyra, she shared then. She did not think that this needed to be said, but because Towhee seemed so thrown off by it and Hydra did care about the other, she shared it for her benefit. Triplets. Her tail waved as she looked to Alya fondly. Lyra and Alya were Hydra's first love—since utero.

But she looked back to her friend when she began to speak. Alya's own suggestions were not lost on her—she had always been clever. Hydra could definitely see the use. And that he was a red hawk was relevant, too. Towhee was quite intelligent and clever herself—Hydra hardly knew a yellowjacket from a bumble bee. Meat was meat. But now, her perspective shifted some. Towhee had a way of doing that.

It is pretty amazing, she verbally agreed with her sister, It would be cool if Raven could heal it. Do you think it—he—would stick around after? Hydra's tail waved. It'd be cool to have an extra set of eyes—eyes in the sky, she did not even think about the ears aspect of it; Towhee had proven fully capable without the sense of hearing, and Hydra did not think it necessary, though she appreciating having the sense herself. Hydra wanted something like that for herself. It did look pretty cool.