Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

Hydra accepted the embrace and returned it in kind, stilling with Towhee as she spoke to better hear her. A dark wolf with orange eyes. She knew no such wolf; her sons, and her brother, had bright yellow eyes... or else golden. Easy to distinguish from orange, at least. Maia. The name brought no recognition from the matriarch. Though they had met, they had never shared names. It rang a bell, but Hydra imagined it might simply be because they were a former packmate of Towhee's. Is Maia alright? Hydra asked, concern apparent. What sort of damage could this adversary deal? And then, after a beat, did you catch his scent upon her...? wondering if there was anything else to go on. 

At her sisters inquiry Hydra drew in a breath. Despite the playfulness there, Hydra could not bring herself to laugh in the moment. At the very least, she need not delve into small talk and such; she knew she could speak with Towhee about anything. And so she would. I actually had intended to stop at the Caldera—I was looking for Arcturus, she started, shifting her weight, our brother... Revui... difficult to say. She had not needed to with Dirge; he had anticipated this end along with her, sad though it was to think.

How to say it? Her tongue was lead, but she imagined Towhee might know, too, somehow. They had been friends long enough. He has died, came her voice, tight and constricted. Her jaw was set in an effort to keep herself together, and she looked away for a moment so as to regain her composure.