Firefly Glen Copacabana

EVIDENTLY I NEED MOAR FOR U TO ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING NEW TO REFRESH TO. Also, observation made with consent from JB!

Hydra's tail swayed amicably behind her as she listened, greeting them in turn with fond nips before investigating their surroundings a little more thoroughly. Firstly was the scent Bronco noted—the area around them was rich with the evidence of their existence, here—and then of petrichor and... what was this? Hydra's nose, combing over the earth in relatively idle investigation to start, zeroed back to what she recognized as the scent of her brother. Hydra tracked it briefly for a moment only to observe it went no further than this, and deduced he must have turned back and left. Licking her chops Hydra drew toward the twosome and hummed, you were being watched, she informed, ears twitching. My brother, Revui, seems to be in the area. That he did not deign to say hello has me less than confident he came with goodhearted intentions, she admitted with a lash of her plume.

Hydra trusted Bronco and Meerkat both far more than she trusted the gunmetal boy with a head full of lead, and so her tone seemed to imply that she trusted them to determine what to do should they come across him. Befriend him, run him off... whatever instinct came to them, she would trust that it was right. And if they needed help, she would be there when called. 

In any event, she was far more interested in the hunt now. Regarding Bronco, now, she drawled with a hungry grin, let us flush out these... -partridges-, she tried to mimic Meerkat's ptero, though likely was less smooth than the young girl at it. Still, the effort was made. Hydra cared enough to try, at least.