Ouroboros Spine aftaim

Dragomir dipped his head in a silent and respectful gesture. Adrastus did not know the names, which meant Hydra wasn't here. He knew Arcturus was elsewhere, possibly still with that wool-headed trespasser friend of his, though for the man's sake, he hoped not. But Hydra was not here.
There could only be one place for her, then, and although he hadn't seen eye to eye with her in the end and had chosen to believe Arcturus over her, grief strangled him.
Adrastus offered some names. One tugged at a frayed string of memory, but no clear recollection came. He only knew Kukutux in passing as the wolf with the hides, the one his sister told him about, but that was all he remembered about her. Not even her name, but it name was oddly familiar, but until he saw her with a softened fur slung across her shoulders, Dragomir wouldn't draw the connection.
He gave his head a shake. No, he did not recognize the name, not yet.
Then there was another, smaller than either of them but with a promising build and a flecked white hide that drew no memories. She introduced herself, and he knew she was not at Moonspear when he was. A soft inhale brought her scent to him, along with the realization that she was significantly younger than him. That explained that.
It's nice to meet you. I am Dragomir. I came from Moonspear, too, once, he said, bringing his head even lower, level with his shoulders so that it might hang lower than hers. He flicked his further back. She was young to be a Beta, but then, he'd had aspirations like that when he was younger, too. Hydra meant to groom him for leadership, once, before everything happened with Arcturus and drove him from the path.
What is this word, village?