Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

Hydra headed toward the Caldera; she had intended to take her sons with her, and her daughter, too, but decided that next time when the tidings were better to take them along with her. She was relieved that Towhee lived so near now, to be able to share news both ill and good... but also, simply to spend time with her. How long had it been since they two had sparred in the Bramblepoint? And now, they could do so again... older, and wiser. 

She passed through that territory, looking at the familiar foliage. Along the way she ran into no trouble; she paused at the Caldera, thinking to call to her brother. Despite the way he had left things, he deserved to know. Whether or not he considered her sister or Revui his brother any longer meant nothing to Hydra. His scent, though, had been entirely absent... 

And so she continued along, wondering where it was he had went. His scent was not the only one missing, she recognized. She ranged beyond the Caldera, to another set of Woods. She sniffed the air and was pleasantly surprised to find a familiar scent there. Tail waving, Hydra adjusted her course to meet her.