Moonspear seize the night.

They should, she agreed, nosing his shoulder. Have your neighbors done anything to push the boundaries of you and yours, or have they kept a respectable distance, at least? She inquired, hoping that Towhee was not dealing with troublesome neighbors. Though she figured that if Towhee had dealings with any unsavory sort, she would be told of it, as Hydra would surely tell her of any new neighbors of concern to look out for.

Hydra caught a whiff of something that briefly distracted her, but ultimately the scent was stale—an old trail of a fox that had gone through that did not seem to grow warm toward the Glen but away from it, to her pleasure. Her attention shifted back to her nephew, who she was glad shared her sentiments.