Moonspear Show me your peace sign.

It was her nieces voice again; Hydra was surprised, although it wasn't the unpleasant sort. Still, she did worry some. The last unexpected visit came with bad news (that had turned out to be good, in the end), and she fret that this might truly be that this time. What if Towhee had been hurt? Who would she need to kill? She would find out soon enough if that was the case.

By the time Hydra had arrived, she was pleased to see both Desdemona and her son there before her. Meerkat stood with another this time, which did little to aid her worry. Hydra felt sure, though, that Towhee had approved of this visit... unless, of course, Towhee was dead. 

The thought caused her heart to sink, but she refused to believe it. Her gaze shifted to Bronco, her expression impassive and yet not at all cold for it. Hydra would have had her own children travel with an escort after all, and this one, for all of his soft edges, looked strong—that thought granted to him due to his own scars. Since the questions had been asked, Hydra was content simply to let them be answered for now, ears pricking forward.

When Bronco introduced himself as Meerkats brother, her expression seemed to warm some. Something of a nephew, then, though she could not then and there place him from Towhee's own discussions. She had a keen memory, keener than most, but the truth of it was that the day was hot and Hydra was content to show favor to those her own family favored. He was with Meerkat, and so long as she did not deny it then there was nothing amiss. Before introducing her own self, however, she did not want to overshadow those already here who were sussing out the information Meerkat had brought. Hydra's cool blue eyes, warm despite their glacial hue, turned to Meerkat.