Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Hydra waited to see if the hawk would respond to Towhee's question, and when it didn't, she looked to Towhee with a shake of his head. Doesn't sound that way, Hydra said, so it was up to Towhee to name the critter, it seemed like. Hydra shifted her weight, and looked to her friend again when the bird remained mute. I actually found this huge brown hawk on Moonspear the other day, the thing was a juvenile eagle, but Hydra did not know her birds—with the exception of crows... but that being said, a crow and a raven to her were one of the same. The thing totally messed up a crow. And then I gave it a rabbit. But he didn't go on my shoulder or anything, and flew away after, Hydra scrunched her brow. She totally wanted to befriend that badass bird. I bet he'd be way useful in a fight, if you could somehow communicate with him, and even if he did not fight... eyes in the sky seemed a great idea, too.

After a beat, Hydra also thought to ask, any word on the blackfeather situation? She wondered if her leaders had decided what they wanted to do, if anything.