Moonspear sons and daughters, stepping to the raging waters

attn: @Osiris 

 
Hydra investigated what looked to be the recent tracks of moose; hours old, by the look of it. She had been lucky to come across it when she did; the snow was beginning to fall again, as it oft did upon their mountain in the winter, though had not yet come down enough to fill the spaces between one mark and the next. They were wide-spread, and Hydra circled the large spot as she sussed out the details she could from what little here was left behind. She paused and lingered over an area where the snow was speckled in red dots; slight, miniscule, but the metallic scent sang to her senses.

This was enough to go off of. Enough to go forward. Hydra, feeling pleased for her finding, lifted her head and shook out her furs, the tips of it lightly dusted in white. Her tail swayed as she began to trot forward, eyes upward even as her nose hovered once more above the earth for a beat to ascertain the cardinal direction she would then travel.