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The story was long-winded, but one Hydra found herself invested in nonetheless as its main character was one of her favored companions. Hydra recalled their initial move; the scent of Redhawks was scant upon the Plateau, then. The history was interesting enough, though many more became involved; her eyes brightened at the mention of Raven, whom Hydra had always liked. She had been a good caretaker to Towhee, and a kindly wolf in general. Plenty of misfortune had befallen her, none of it, Hydra thought, deserved. 

Hearing of the calamity that had befallen Towhee's own pack, though, Hydra felt concern lance her heart. To hear she had made it over and alive was a relief; Hydra might have sought to cause some sort terrible landslide to the slab of stone that had brought end to her otherwise... perhaps saving the rest of the wolves stuck there. 

Her mind whirred, and Hydra shook her head as she considered, looking away for a moment. The only thing that might be able to get them out is another quake, or landslide, if it is too dangerous to climb, she thought aloud, and when Wraen invited her to visit, Hydra's eyes came back to her. She nodded to the invitation, appreciative. Perhaps I will, she revealed with a thoughtful look. It was olive branch enough for the day; Hydra did have to be elsewhere, in order to scout for more food with her children. 

I wish you luck on the coast, she said at length, nodding slowly. Hydra needed to say not much else than that; Wraen knew well enough to be wary of coming too close to Moonspear for food these days, she was sure. Some things went without saying. Hydra prepared to move on, though listened for any other words the other might have before she did so.