Bramblepoint You can tremble, you can fear it

Friend—cousin. Related to some degree that he cared enough to know. Hydra nodded. She wasn't a fan of Liffey's, but maybe she had been cool, once. He didn't know the name Rannoch, either—so he'd never been a contender for the brat pack, then, it sounded like. When their conversation came to a lull, Hydra was thoughtful for a moment. She had told Rannoch she'd go with him to the Caldera, so she supposed she'd hunt for Towhee again another day. 

Two howls in the distance distracted her. Alya and Lyra called to her, and Hydra nodded to him. See you around, and that she hoped was true. He was quite cute, after all. She turned on her heel and bounded off in the direction she had been summoned from, toward home.