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Oh? Well, do not hold back, tell me more, Hydra encouraged, and then thoughtfully asked: were those lost to you found? The Ostrega hoped so, and imagined that this in itself might be a great source of happiness for Towhee. They were both quite family driven after all, though perhaps there was something else. The other did seem quite happy, happier than usual even, though Hydra attributed that moreso to the others mentioned good-fortune as of late than anything else. 

As for how she was doing? Hydra hummed, well, Isilme was found; she got turned around in the Winter, though found her way back fortunately. Your niece and nephews are growing so fast... some taller than us, she marveled with a smirk. The season has been a bit... stressful, I admit. We have more she-wolves than last year... though given their lack of mates, I was able to curb their heats or else monitor them, Hydra had given them the choice, though the stress of her presence was enough to end any heat prematurely, it seemed. I expect you will have more nieces and nephews yourself, though, not quite yet, since she had not gone into her own season yet. 

Speaking of nieces and nephews, will I be getting any more this year? she quipped, not knowing that Towhee was barren (narrator note: so we THOUGHT, we been FOOLED) and mateless alike. Truthfully, she marveled that she had been without a mate thus far. As far as Hydra saw her, Towhee was one of the most brilliant women that she knew. So perhaps something had changed this year, or perhaps not; the semantics of Figment and Fen not being brought to life by Towhee were just that to Hydra, who only recalled in the moment that she already was a mother; they might not have been birthed by her, but that, to Hydra, did not mean that Towhee was incapable of bringing her own into this world when she found a suitable partner.