Moonspear where you once were there is a space, that runs as deep as hell

One ear turned backward and she was given pause as she heard the sound of snow giving beneath something that must, given the lack of trees nearby, be weight; her mind was quick to discern all that such a sound could be, though none settled upon the idea that it might be one of her own children. Foxkit or coycub, maybe... both easy to hunt and take down, though she had, on her way here, not observed the scent of either. Still, it was not outside the realm of possibility. Better to get rid of them now if it was so, she determined, and cache the corpse before she resumed her previous trailing...

That all was quick to change, however, as a sidelong glance revealed to her that she had been incorrect in her line of thinking. One of her cubs—indistinguishable from this distance, and the wind had not been in her favor in the direction he moved from—was moving toward her... likely on a hunt of their own, though of an entirely different variety.

With a quiet huff, Hydra turned away and continued in the direction she had been traveling in to start... but none of her was disengaged from his pursuit. Her own pace then quickened, though only just. The mother was pleased for his success in tracking her as he had... all the lessons she had given him were not for naught. What she was unaware of then and there was that his chase of her might be to test other skills he had been learning, though if that were so she would find out soon enough.