Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

"Donor" was such a clinical word, yet it suited. Towhee nodded. When Hydra spoke next, revealing that she might have someone in mind, the Sovereign openly stared. She realized then that she had been expecting her sister-in-arms to reject the entire notion. And maybe the only reason she hadn't was because Towhee had not been explicit enough in her explanation.

Hydra headed her off with another question, the question. Towhee chewed on her tongue before replying, "That depends. Ideally, no. Phox and Niamh are prepared to help me raise them as a triad, like we did this year. But," she continued, gaze sliding sideways, "if you were to pair me with, say, one of your brothers... a Moonboy..." She couldn't help the soft, well-meaning smirk. "I would raise the pups in Redhawk Caldera but welcome the father to be involved, if he wanted." It wasn't her ideal, though she trusted that Hydra would only handpick the very best.