Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Hydra was content to be the observer as he pulled to the lead once more. She was interested in his methods—she did not frequently hunt bird, and when she did they typically were on the ground. His fare was a bit more difficult than that, but it only made him look better. He knew how to survive; he had to of, considering he had gotten this far. 

She would not participate yet, but she would join in if the opportunity presented itself. The thrill of the hunt was a contagious thing, and mutely she shifted her weight, jaws parted in anticipation. Her ears were pricked forward, her attention focused on what Dirge closed in on at present, and also on Dirge himself.