Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

She couldn't know what Hydra would make of her promiscuity, whether her sister-in-arms would approve or disapprove of Towhee's temporarily spates as the town bicycle. Her playful retort earned a little snort from Towhee as she made no effort to relieve her of this impression. Yes, most of them were (or had been) strangers prior to bumping uglies. Many of them remained that way. Pippin was the only true exception nowadays, although Towhee's conscience reminded her that Arcturus wasn't really a stranger anymore either...

Hydra made a pretty clever joke in response to Towhee's question. She snorted again, enjoying the risque turn the conversation had taken even if it flirted with dangerous territory. "You're right, whether or not we have men makes no difference. We're still queens. Well, ah, I'm more of a Regent. I don't think I mentioned that yet, did I? I'm Wraen's second-in-command now." She may not be a wife, nor a natural mother, but she was a born leader.

Without being very aware of it, Towhee hummed under her breath, tail stirring. She found herself thinking ahead. No one could say when Hydra's season would come calling, though the Regent supposed it might be a while before their next rendezvous. Her sister-in-arms would either be fertile, expecting, nursing or raising young pups soon. Towhee could come calling at Moonspear, though it didn't seem like a particularly good idea, all things considered. They had gone much longer without meeting before, so she supposed it would be all right, though she would miss Hydra's companionship in the meantime even as she wished her all the best.

They had right now, though, and Towhee was in no hurry to return home just yet. And she hoped Hydra didn't have to go soon either. Regardless, the Regent would savor every moment they could spend together this day.