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Speaking simply to hear herself was a thing Hydra quite frequently did, but not here and now. No, better to save her breath than utilize small talk; it was a road that led to nowhere. It had been a while, Hydra was aware, but she need not say as much to confirm what they both already knew. Glad to hear Wraen was headed to the coast and away from the mountain range (even if only for a time), Hydra considered the invitation. The last she had seen the coast from her own dominion, it had looked like hell on earth; beautiful from the distance she kept, but not somewhere she wished to be near personally. 

Not at present, in any case. The risk did not seem worth the reward. The coast looks less like the coast these days, she forewarned, but perhaps you might find something. It looks as though it is only ever high-tide, lately, Wraen had the right idea, though. Perhaps it might be worth investigating when it seemed to be low-tide. Something was bound to have come up. She would need to observe from Moonspear the turbulent oceans patterns, if there even was one. Nature was not making much sense lately. But if a prediction could be made? Perhaps she might get lucky. 

As for the invitation? Thank you for the offer. I will likely go some other time, with one of my own, she hummed. Not only did she not trust Wraen fully (knowing she could simply leave when it was convenient for her, as she had seen it), there was also the greater reason: if any food was found she would rather know it was in the belly of her subordinate or mate. And with taking more than one wolf, perhaps some fare could be brought back. Wraen might get more spoils for it here and now... or she might get caught up in what looked to be permahightide.