Nocturne Summit the spine can't decide between the earth and the sky

She has not memorized this peak as she had her own home, but she knew it well enough from passing through; she knew what path was best to take, and which ones were best left avoided. She knew this path was a good one, though each step was still measured. She noted his attention upon the beast, and that his gaze lingered upon it longer than her own had. One ear cupped backward as she listened for him, in case he paused; Hydra did not know the hunger of a lone wolf, and could not relate to his present desire to feed. From Moonspear's last hunt, she still craved no other sustenance.

He did slow, and Hydra turned her head to peer at him. The beast was in good health, and the path he had utilized would likely be more energy than it was worth to climb. At least for that beast. He was in good health, and the thing bleated to his fellows. It still did not note their presence, or so it seemed; Hydra found her gaze falling back to it, slowing in her own steps simply to observe.