Bramblepoint When we survive this, I'm going to order some pizza and move some furniture around.

Neither one of them had ever defined their relationship, not out loud. Towhee had come to think of Hydra as her ally, though the title of friend did feel a bit more fitting. It also made the young mercenary feel slightly off kilter; her one and only friend (outside of her family, of course) was an outsider. Perhaps, she thought, she should tell her godparents about that whenever she relayed the rest of this information to them. They would be pleased with her progress in that department.

Tucking those thoughts away as Hydra prepared for an imminent departure to bequeath her own knowledge to her pack, Towhee answered simply, "Same." She then suggested, "Maybe we should start meeting regularly again? We'll need to get our game faces ready, right?" As she spoke, her toes clenched, digging into the turf and soil. They needed to prepare for a war and she could think of no better way than by training with Hydra and achieving her warrior specialty.