Moonspear the day's divinity

Hydra came across the group shortly after the howl sounded. She was mute as she plod over the snow-laden ground, even in her gait. Her own body moved close to Dirge so she could intentionally move against him as she sidled alongside her mother, positioning herself just behind her shoulder. She saw what her mother did—their struggling prey—and her tail waved behind her. It was depleting its own surplus of energy, which was an added bonus. 

But she waited for her mothers' command. Hydra often was the best at giving chase, but she was equally known for bringing things down with growing finesse. Her ears cupped backward, before one rotated forward again; she could hear the breaths of anticipation, smell it even. Fear, too, was a scent the wind carried; her heart thrummed in her chest, eager to begin.