Moonspear Linger

Her ears flicked at the inquiry, though she did not move to correct him; though Gannet was not an Ostrega, he was pack, and she was of the mind that the mountain was his, too. All of theirs. Gannet's correction was one she thought nothing of, though. Likely his lowly position made him think that he might not fully belong—Hydra had a mind to change that. He had sat at Omega for a long time, long enough for Hydra to determine that he designed to stay here. Why should he not rise in their hierarchy, now?

Her tail waved. I am Hydra, she introduced herself. A friend of Gannet's was welcome here, though it was instinct to ascertain anything that occured at the borders now. Galaxy had died not too far from here, and her youngest brothers and sisters now had the ability to move around this place. What is your name? she asked next, having arrived just moments after Gannet's inquiry where he had said it. Gannet continued to speak, and she wondered how he knew of this male; they looked nothing alike, and she had not yet sampled his own scents to know of their relation.