Moonspear but i'm telling you, and i hope i am heard

Where the trail had once been strong, it now was not; but that did not mean anything to Hydra, who had tracked this sort of quarry many-a-time. She did not know or suffer from disappointment as they moved to where the beast(s) had once been but no longer were. Licking her chops as she assessed their surroundings, Hydra turned on her heel and followed her nose to where the scent had been stronger and began anew. 

Arcturus followed, and Hydra felt bolstered to see scat; she moved closer to it to determine the who, what, and most importantly, when of it. Male; goat; some days old. Several, by the look of it. But for a wolf, that was nothing—not for a good meal. Renewed, Hydra looked to her brother and chuffed.