Bramblepoint amble here, amble there

She recognized him at once; the thickheaded boy who had trespassed past the Woods boundaries. For the right reasons, though; to eradicate the world of a threat that seemed small, but was not. Hydra thought she recalled lecturing him; she hoped since then he had not continued toward such a path of trespassing. Hunting murderers, though? Acceptable, and admirable too. 

Tegan, she greeted, tail swaying behind her. Amiable toward him for his ways, she had never disliked him; Hydra, she spoke for herself, and gestured toward her sister who would inform him of who she was. She could play Lyra if she so wished, or she could be herself. As for his question, Hydra gestured toward the mountain. Moonspear is not so far away. I heard we may have new neighbors and wanted to see for myself, she answered, though none of the scents had ever belonged to him, Bat, or Kaertok. How about you? Who are your friends? she inquired; Hydra had never known that Tegan had even left the Redhawk family, so had much to hear if he would share it. Hydra's eyes fell to the too-large earred Bat, and the pale, fine features of Kaertok; she thought of Lyra for a moment, and how she had no suitors... 

He seemed fitting. One ear back-turned toward Alya, wondering what she might think. Strong, sturdy... handsome, even... he would do in a pinch, so long as he had a bite to him.