Moonspear Dear prodigal, you are my son and I-

Hydra's ear twitched as Bronco spoke on all those he encountered, heart warming to know her sons were among that number too. Shifting her weight, Hydra drawled, as they should be. You are Moonspear yourself, now—as much family to me as my own blood, she expressed, and moving alongside him, she finished with, and the rest, too. Moonspear itself was a cold, hard, unforgiving place. The wolves were much the same, except to one another and those that earned their trust. Bronco was family to @Towhee, who had become a sister to her after their own years near and far to one another, and trials together throughout them. And though Hydra knew little of Niamh, his mother, the matriarch respected her too from their previous encounters. Bronco came from good stock. 

As far as getting used to it, Hydra took a few strides forward and drawled, I thought we might train some, today, she looked over her shoulder to him, blue eyes bright with her own vigor as her muscles rippled beneath her pelt. Some uphill sprints, to start. We will not go too high, as getting used to the higher reaches takes adjusting to. The air grows thinner the higher you go... your lungs will need to become used to it before pushing yourself there... but there was plenty left for them to do without going to the top. The mountain itself was a hill, some areas steep where others were gentle. Hydra would, today, run with him on the latter should he be willing... though gentle hardly meant easy. If you feel ready to, of course. If you need more time to settle, I would understand, she expresses in earnest, tail swaying behind her.