Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

Surely he sensed something—his actions proved that much—but not so much that he stopped what he did to address it. Still, from this distance she observed the way he moved. She could see his impatience—in every anxious twist of his ear or turn of his head, Hydra felt it. Hydra was not so impatient as he. She knew that good things came to those who waited, and in battle such a thing was especially true she had learned. 

Knowing that if such a sensation mounted any more than it did he would truly come to know he was being followed, Hydra closed the short distance between them, rushing forward to attempt to nip at his hock once before she arrived beside him. Settling in well? She inquired, her eyes sharp and assessing.