Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

Hydra did not wonder at the meaning behind "too well". She had met him and been in a pack with him and now perhaps had tired of him, or else could not consider him in that regard. It was a pity Towhee was not interested in him, as she had hoped that would get his head screwed on straight. Both of them. Might sort him out in the way that meant he was feeling more forgiving, who knew? 

But no meant no, and Hydra respected it. It is not so strange, she comforts, ...it is not as though you were aware that all of the eligible wolves there are my sons, she teased Towhee then, a playful glint in her eye. Well, Bronco too, she smirked at that. She doubted Bronco was a wolf Towhee would have considered for a multitude of reasons. Grimfrost she did not think was able to, yet, based off of scent, but who knew? In any event, Hydra kept to her own bylaws. Not because she did not want to help Towhee, but because she knew well enough that to allow one would lead to questions among the rest as to why they could not be granted the privilege. Or jealousy... or revenge...

She had seen it all play out with Revui and Arcturus. 

Hydra echoed the sentiment, moving to nip her friend in turn. The love she felt for Towhee was a palpable thing; she was glad and lucky to have found a sister in her. I would love for you to meet them, she said in earnest. All of my eldest. There is a girl in there, too—Vega, she reminded in case Towhee had forgotten.