Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

Atlas seemed not to note her there, despite her sound; his focus was honed in on what was in his more immediate vicinity. She would have to remind him the importance of heeding all that was around him... or perhaps this was a tactic meant to mislead. Could he have caught on to that lesson before the others? Hydra dared to hope it was so, but would come to find out soon enough as her eyes remained upon him while one ear remained cupped toward her tawny son. 

Expertly, Hydra bounded upward and paused in an area she knew would be difficult for either to reach her immediately at so she could advise them of todays lesson. Pressing the dead beast against the earth to smear its scent upon the slope she stood upon, Hydra looked to her sons and said, track. The best animals to hunt are injured ones; they leave hints of this. Blood, tufts of fur, the prints it leaves behind—does it favor more leg than one? Hydra, having kept her eyes on Atlas, now turned to gaze at her green-eyed son, though her attention was unwavering on either of them; her ear shifted, now on Atlas. Working together can aid you in this endeavor. Come and find your injured prey, she indicated the felled beast beneath her before she picked it up and turned on her heel, moving at a rapid clip upward. 

She left ample hints for them, smacking the body against brush and stone and tree for blood and fur alike to be left behind as she moved well ahead of them. 

Hydra out, for now!!! Tag me when you want them to have found Hy/prey hehehe