Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

Hydra didn't seem overly bothered by her faux pas, though Towhee still felt like a horse's ass. She almost didn't ask who she had in mind, out of deference to the memory of Revui. But curiosity won in the end and she slanted her muzzle toward her sister-in-arms, making the sign for, -Who?- without actually speaking. She didn't really trust her stupid mouth at the moment.