Bramblepoint No one uses CB radio anymore.

Hydra grinned. Good. I trust he'll get the job done, she said with a grin. And she was glad to hear that the end result was their victory, even despite her friends hurts. Those wounds will heal, and if they scar you'll wear them well, came her fond tone, though no doubt Towhee would not hear that. Still, she'd likely see it. Hydra oozed warmth for her friend. If something had happened to Towhee, she'd likely go extinguish what was left of their forces. Towhee was more a sister than to her than Vela was, she sometimes felt. Man, she wished she had been lucky enough to have been given Towhee as a younger sister. 

To Towhee's news, Hydra grinned excitedly. What! Congratulations. That's amazing, Towhee. No question here that you deserve it, she said with a bald grin. Clearly, her godparents were smart enough to know their goddaughter was worthy of the title. Hydra was glad to know this; it made the Caldera susceptible to so many improvements. Though they surely could not pledge an alliance to one another, there was, Hydra felt, something unspoken between the two leaders of separate packs. They were nothing but honest with one another, and Towhee had known Hydra was prepared to help her in their own time of war. There was something better about the lack of expectation. Hydra trusted Towhee more than she did wolves in her own ranks. 

It was unsettling, that thought... but not something she dwelled on. 

How did that come to be? Did you kick the most ass in the battle, on top of being the best guardian the Caldera has ever seen? She queried with a grin. Hydra herself had no designs to become alpha, yet. Her father was doing well, and with no desire for cubs herself... she was content with where she was at, for the time.