Moonspear 起死回生

She observed her son with bright eyes. 

Antares carried within him the instinct for what it was she had requested him to do, and she wondered if that was what it was or if he had a talent for it. He had listened to her well, as ever, and she watched his form meld into shadow. Stalk he did, though too quickly did he move—though this was but a sample of what he would someday do, Hydra wanted to guide him so he would be more than ready when the day came that he hunted with her. 

But it seemed he did not rush! Because then he lingered, low, and for a decent amount of time too; pleased by this, Hydra drew nearer to the quarry—not stalking, but prepared to continue their exercise—head turning and eyes finding him where he had lingered, quiet, watchful, and waiting. Now, you give chase, She advised, eyes bright as she then lunged for the meat and darted away, the edges of it dangling—but she would not let him catch it so easily, ever evasive so as to simulate what the hunt might be like.