Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

Hydra waved her tail at the idea presented. That sounds wonderful, she said in answer. Not that I know much about gardening and herbs, except for the plants Lyra has told me to avoid... she snickered. Poisonous ones that had not worked in her sisters trial and error runs. She knew the ones that could heal wounds, too, out of necessity. She was eager that their own packs now had their own familial element and were so close to exercise it. 

Dipping into a play bow, Hydra remembered fondly: Bramblepoint—that was where you and I would always meet, was it not? To spar? Hydra playfully lunged to end up alongside Towhee to nip her hindquarter with a wave of her tail. A bit of happiness in these dismal times could do her a world of good, she figured. And while she wanted to partake in a spar now, for oldtimes sake, Hydra shook out her furs and drawled, well, shall we see if we can find any leads on this orange-eyed male? she prompted. At least they could spend a little more time together, and maybe kill someone while they were at it if they were lucky. As good a bonding activitiy as any.