Phoenix Maplewood finders, keepers

When the boy greeted her, Hydra lowered her head a measure to look him over. It looked as though he was covered in dust, but now that she was really looking she noted it was simply his coat. Dark brown, with lighter hues in there, too. So it was not a lack of grooming and manners, then. He did not wear the name Ostrega, and so she was not all that interested in him, but this pack had been kind to Alya, and so she greeted him: hello, mothcatcher, she greeted, fashioning up a moniker swiftly. Timber, hm? A strange name. 

Her ear cupped as she heard her sisters mention they were not around. And there is only one...? Came her swift rejoinder, head lifting. Who did he leave in charge, then...? She wondered aloud, and knew immediately from the other Morningside adult that it had not been her. An idea came to her, but one she set aside for the moment. At her sisters request, Lyra spoke first, and when her gaze landed upon Desdemona Lyra rumbled her disapproval at the look. The other had not spoken against Alya's words, nor acted as though they intended to, and though they were a stranger to Alya they were Morningside, who had done well to permit her stay for recovery. And so her gaze shifted to the other she-wolf. 

It was a long journey. We will rest here, Hydra confirmed, your wolves are kind, and I would like to show my appreciation. Kinder than Moonspear, to be sure. She wanted to thank this 'Adi', and to perhaps add things to their cache. Lyra could add herbs, and she could add meat.