Moonspear what a beautiful life away

Hydra's ears cupped forward. She faintly heard her mothers voice, and her tail waved slowly. Found them. But there was no vocalization given from her father, and when things were a little too quiet, Hydra crouched and peeked from beyond the rock. She saw the figures of her parents drifting in another direction, or perhaps simply continuing their meandering walk. Hydra shifted her weight before she darted forwards again, moving quietly and slowly towards the nearest thing that would provide her cover. In the first instance, it was a tree. The next, a particularly large boulder. She was doing well enough, though as she was no professional at this there was no telling if her mother and father had caught on yet.