Moonspear fight night

Gannet had begun once again trekking up and down the mountain, his pace now set at an easy lope, movement restoring one day at a time until sometimes he could even forget he had been injured. He hadn't been sure in the beginning mobility would be restored, but even though he would never be as fast nor as stable as he once was, he had learned to compensate and was nearly if not already once more functional.

Today he had been seeking small prey, hoping to hunt and catch himself something, one of the first on the mountain. But so far he had come across only a couple of birds, and in leaping for them, had fallen short. A few skills he still needed to develop.

Spotting Hydra, however, he veered to greet her, happy for the interruption. He paused in confusion, though, when he saw that her eyes were closed. His ears pricked with curiosity. What was she doing?