Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Redhawk Caldera. Her father hadn't been a fan of their previous alpha, but as that alpha was no more he seemed indifferent toward those wolves. Except for that one... but this wolf wasn't that one. Raven spoke on, now confirming what Hydra had assumed... and providing another fun fact. They couldn't hear? Hydra hadn't known such a thing was possible. Hydra counted on her ears for much—though the other seemed more than capable of handling herself, anyway. She wondered if something happened, but decided the circumstances didn't matter. It was how it was. Perhaps that was why the other sounded weird—something Hydra hadn't been too aware of when downing the coyote. 

Hydra looked toward Towhee when the question was posed. The pronounciation seemed fine to her, on top of it; for a wolf that could not hear, Towhee had a good grasp on the way things sounded. A mountain. That way, she gestured in the general direction of the territory. If the other did not understand, she gathered that Raven could translate.