Moonspear pumpkin eyes

Indeed, there were things to work on. But they were easy enough to remedy. Hydra stalked from above, eyes sharp and bright; she thrilled at his chase, and at his ability to recover quickly. He was tenacious; Hydra admired it about him. Their spiriit was the same in that regard; they would not give up. Until the desired outcome was acheived, their drive was ceaseless. And she thrilled when he succeeded in the end, her tail swayed over her back as she let out a sharp bark of approval. He had done precisely as she had asked; she observed, from afar, the curve of his fang right where she had wanted it. 

She expertly drifted downward to meet him, a roguish grin on her typically cold and indifferent features. But Revui had improved significantly from her teachings and his experiences, and he was family—a brother she could be proud of. Well done, she commended, gesturing to her side as she took another step forward. Time for a recovery walk. And time for another lesson.

Our enemies are far more predictable than an object thrown about by our mountain, Hydra advisied. When they flee, they want to get away; they are aided by adrenaline, but you can anticipate which way they might go... she begins, looking to him to ensure she was being heard, and if he understood.