Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

Asa Morgan. Hydra's ear twitched in quiet acknowledgment while Towhee greeted her, tail swaying behind her. Samantha was not a wolf Hydra had ever heard of either; she supposed she would, though, if she was of any importance. It seemed not to be so, given Towhee's lack of response to that. Sniffing the air for indication of any other wolves that might be in the area, or predators, the Ostrega could detect none. 

It seemed there was no recruitment effort being done here, and Moonspear was too full for her to consider doing so herself. Not only that, but she thought such a thing to be lacking in tact in the moment. Hydra regarded Asa again, and drawled: do you seek to claim this place? For she would not chase him away from something he was seeking to build, though she would relocate to quit his company (Towhee in tow) and let him work on establishing it. It was clear he had done no such work toward that end yet, given she and Towhee stood in the middle of it.