Moonspear woah its lit in here

Hydra had taken to motherhood with as much grace as a new mother could muster. Her eyes were rarely not upon her cubs; they fascinated her. She presently watched one of them ‘roam’; they never could get very far, not yet, so she did not restrict them. Her body was a barrier between the denmouth, and even in her most exhausted state her senses were honed upon her children. 

When her her son whined, Hydra lifted her head from the earth to observe him. She let him suffer only a little while longer, if only so he could understand he had done wrong in straying and the consequence of it... but she would answer his cry for help, for if it came she would heed it. Hydra reached for him, he who had not gotten too far, and placed him between his siblings. A cursory sniff indicated there was no damage done, and that what had bothered him had nothing to do with his health. Her eyes did not leave him, ears pricked as she listened.