Moonspear sons and daughters, stepping to the raging waters

"Kind of," Osiris admitted; Hydra's reminder had stirred some recollections from the day she had described. "I mostly remember being excited, though—" that was the first time he and his siblings had left Moonspear. Perhaps, not the lesson that Hydra had wished to instill on her children. "That was our first time being away from home, right?" he asked, hoping to improve his memories. There was an encyclopedia's worth smells that Osiris had yet to sample, and he felt some comfort in knowing that there was still more for him to learn. He nodded in turn to the information, his tail's motion mirroring Hydra's. 

Given more details, Osiris was provided with a suggestion. Turning, he traced the blood-scent to where the splatter originated. An entranced, "Oh!" escaped him as he located the source of the scent—no more than ten paces from where he and Hydra had talked. Crouching before the evidence, Osiris examined it for a prolonged moment before observing, "It's not a lot," But what did that mean? Was the moose not as injured as he had previously thought?  "And I don't think that it's injured too badly—there would be more blood, right?" It was a question that sought further clarification, one which he would be able to answer on his own one day.