Moonspear “Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.” —Winnie the Pooh

Hydra looked to Towhee, an impressed look passing over her features. Young as she was, she had plenty of initiative which the matriarch always appreciated. A counselor and a scout, hm? How many places have you scouted thus far...? she wondered aloud, inviting further conversation. Hydra could not withhold the grin as Meerkat referred to her father; it did not surprise her. Meerkat, a polar opposite of her mother in her sweet and open demeanor, seemed exactly that. 

It worried Hydra though. The world was not so warm as Meerkat herself was. 

Looking to Towhee, a mischevious look passed her features as she spoke, as an ambassador, you might not always get the reception you desire. Some packs in these Wilds... they can be far more cruel than kind. Has your mother taught you how to defend yourself? And if so, perhaps she and Towhee could (playfully) put the young Kat to the test, if Towhee herself was game for it. Knowing this was her niece caused Hydra to feel all the more protective over the young sandy girl. Whoever did bring her to harm, should they try it, would be sentenced to eternal damnation by way of Hydra's teeth. 

As for the rest, Hydra peered to her two daughters. They would certainly know why she did, but in the end she looked to both Towhee and Meerkat and nodded. -Yes-, she rejoined, finishing with That would be nice, she agreed with a rumble. Hydra understood Towhee's lingo better than she spoke it, but she cared enough to learn it and heed it each time she saw it. With enough repitition Hydra had a grasp on what things meant at the least, but "speaking" it she only knew the basics that were consistently shared by Towhee throughout the years of their relationship.