Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

Before he could reply to her mock accusation, Hydra materialized behind Asa, a leonine shadow. Towhee's muscles froze as she held her breath. This was the moment of truth. She remained motionless as Hydra padded around Asa and slipped her a nuzzle. Towhee felt the tension in her body loosen immediately. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically, she returned the gesture with a bump of her own, even a little lick to the other female's whiskers.

She felt a little impatient as Hydra's attention strayed to Asa and they exchanged introductions. Towhee didn't want to be rude, though now that her sister-in-arms was here (and obviously not out for blood), she desperately wanted to catch up with her. She hoped Asa would take it upon himself to leave, forgetting to even acknowledge his response to her question.