Bramblepoint There's a new sheriff in town.

Alya surely knew that Hydra was following her when she left the territory. She sensed it, and just like that her own plans for the day shifted. In knowing, now, that the wolves of the Woods sought to take others unwillingly into their hold, she did not think her sisters would think of departing without expressly saying so, at least. If there was any wolf that harm could not come to, it was Alya, it was Lyra! Hydra would decimate any who lay a single tooth upon her sisters with ill intent. 

The garbled voice of Towhee came through the brush. She had not seen her sister respectfully ensure that she did not surprise her friend—and remembered that Towhee did not know that there were three of her, so to speak. Hydra emerged from the woods, catching only the tail-end of what was said. Seeing it for herself, though, was another matter entirely. 

Woah, she started with, glancing to Alya before looking back to Towhee. But why? After all, valley critters rarely served them except for the meat on their bones. Predatorily, Hydra could only see the benefit of the hawks broken wing—but she respected Towhee's claim on it.