Moonspear ring the bell

Sure. I'm sure she'd want to check on Gannet, she looked thoughtful. Towhee had understandably been busy, as had the rest of Redhawk, to not have the time to visit. She could imagine how bad Gannet might feel about that, and she knew he would be psyched to see a familiar face. Though she didn't know how well he and Towhee got along... she would ask, she decided.

Hydra flicked her ears, digesting both what her mother and father were saying. Ultimately, she agreed with her mother, and her father seemed to agree as well. Waiting it out, watching and seeing, was best. Who knew if they were squabbling behind their backs anyhow? It was not a guarantee. Maybe Liffey, and by proxy, Rannoch... if he had a soft-spine. That much hadn't really been confirmed... but time would tell. Hydra wanted to trust him, and so would provide each of them with the benefit of the doubt. Her friends had taught her this graceful side.

She sighed. So we wait and see. Hydra's voice was dark. Perhaps more than her mother and father, she felt the impending blow more than anyone. Hydra believed Rannoch to be her friend. That he understood her. Even if she had been avoiding him, he had his own wife to blame for that. Her discomfort reeked, and if Hydra could make her feel any better about being here for her friends sake she would—even if that meant staying away for a while, until Liffey assimilated at least. Hydra was no big fan of Liffey's either; as soon as she had come, she had all but taken Rannoch. He was a good man, she thought, but his wife... she could not say the same.