Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

That was interesting, though she could not say Wraen had ever struck her as maternal. She had a soft spots for dumb wolves, though, like Korei Julia... and all children could be dumb when they were young. So somehow, Hydra found herself a little surprised to think she never wanted them. Strange too, given she was head honcho. Hydra was driven herself by the biological instinct to continue her own line, though she was quite unaware of it. It sounded as though only Niamh and Phox would be having children then, though that was not a bad thing. Certainly increased the survival rate of their brood. About to respond, Towhee's features morphed into something else and she clapped her mouth shut to listen. 

The question was not one she expected, admittedly. Of course, Hydra said, her own features serious. Have we not always been that way? She asked, voice not absent of warmth—to be sure, Hydra herself openly shared all that she could with Towhee, not thinking anything of her own transparency. Hydra had, for her own part, never been anything but honest—and she did not suspect Towhee to have been dishonest herself. Still, she listened on, sensing Towhee had more to say.