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Hydra listened as the cub introduced herself, and her heart skipped a beat; a child of Towhee! Hydra thought nothing of the paternity—Phox was father to the litter from the year prior... perhaps the death of another mate? Too sensitive a subject to broach with the girl, she determined. In any case, the Ostrega did not think too much about it; Hydra peered back into the den and drawled to her cubs, I am speaking with your cousin... who is with another cousin of yours, it seems. Figment, her tail waved. Even if they did not understand, she would speak with them as though they did; some day, after all, they would. 

So, she turned back and sang in turn: hello, niece; hello, nephew; and tell your mother hello, too, she answered, when would be a better time for you all to visit?, she wondered; there was much to share, plenty that could not be sang in this song.