Moonspear ring the bell

Her fathers summons would never be missed by Hydra, who was diligently marking the borders and patrolling. Since Galaxy's death, one could never be too careful. But the howl pulled her from her ritual, and she looked to @Alya, her present partner. Her look prompted Alya to continue onward as Hydra changed her course toward Moonspear's patriarch. 

She was an expert of this mountain; born to it, and a diligent explorer of the territories every inch, Hydra navigated the terrain to find the quickest course to them. In the chilly weather it was a challenge, but in time Hydra made it. When she arrived her ears flattened against her crown in greeting, not meek but certainly respectful of their place. It was a brief gesture that enabled them to know she knew her own before she approached them, content to nip at her father's chin in a submissive greeting and, as she wheeled past him, nip at her mothers hock hellishly. Her ears flattened against her crown good-naturedly thereafter, her entire being speaking of her lack of ill-intent. She grinned as she settled before them both, tail waving. Time spent with them was always good, even with the grim atmosphere and circumstances. 

In knowing that her father had called, she remained mute and looked to him.