Moonspear one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

Hydra nodded, appreciative that he would do so; she was eager to hear what he would come up with. Her tail waved gently before they began their next task—the hunt. She observed him, nose lifting from the earth slightly as her body shifted to better position herself to see his own progress; he seemed to catch the threads of the same scent she did, and they shared a mutual interest in it.

So it was no question as to how she would respond. She moved toward his side, though again permitted him to take the lead to better assess him, and with a grin Hydra spoke: shall we?