Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

Miles away, Hydra had heard; she howled belatedly in turn, having dealt with a trespasser in the midst of Towhee's own call. For Hydra, she was used to the strange summons of Towhee and thought nothing of it; to her, it was still a howl, simply far more pitchy. With a shake of her furs, Hydra took the coyote and cached it before heading out to meet Towhee. 

On-her-way post!