Moonspear seize the night.

She knew that howl, though it had been a long time since she had heard it. 

Hydra howled in turn, heart happier; Mira was home, and family had come to call. This one she had not met directly, but it was a pleasure to be doing so now. Hydra had not been sure she would ever meet Figment or Fennec, Towhee's other children... but fortune seemed to favor her as of late. It was no wonder, and it made her feel as though she were taking all the proper steps in the right direction. 

She had been nearby, patrolling—it took little time for her to break through the thinning woodland that came just before the rocky borders. Expertly, she picked her way down to him in several graceful bounds. She was chuffed to see him at last, and her tail swayed at the sight of him. I was wondering when I might meet my nephew, she drawled, eyes bright. You are well? she inquired, eyes looking him over then for any sign of hurt as her nose worked to ascertain the same thing; what her eyes could not tell her or find, her nose often would.