Lake Rodney the hero of our own story

He was not near. She had not thought so, and yet hearing Wraen say so inspired some doubt. Hydra trusted Wraen not at all. Not even to deliver to her brother her simple request to see him. And yet, she would. What she needed to share with him was far greater than all of this. While she could not imagine Wraen making good on her request—given she had been the one to shove so great a wedge between she and her brother, as she saw it—she would ask it of her anyway. 

Please, she asked, voice soft as she thought of Revui. 

Would she, would she not—Wraen was the only wolf who might see her brother again. It was clear he did not travel with her to the Firebirds, and so Towhee could not ask as she had hoped. Hydra had no faith to spare for the bedraggled wolf before her any longer. She would not wait to hear the answer—lie, or truth. Imagining that the other wished to be in her own company as much as Hydra desired to be in Wraen's, she would not linger; she moved to depart the scene, one ear turned toward the woman while she slowly moved on. 

totally room for Wraen to holler at 'dra to stop her or keep the convo going!