Moonspear sons and daughters, stepping to the raging waters

Hydra listened to his admittance and sighed. Likely they had been too young to truly have a grasp on the importance of knowing such a scent, and Hydra felt frustrated by the thought that he may not be able to recall it. It was not something that could be helped though, not now. It was in the past. He would need to learn from his error there, innocent and natural though it was. Yes, she answered, and spoke then: You were young; it is no wonder excitement came first then. But you are growing older now, Osiris, she drawled. Still a child, and still to have a childhood, but: there will be other new things to come for you to learn that perhaps might be exciting... some, less so. You must not let your feelings get in the way of the lesson at hand, she expressed sternly. He must, as best he was able, learn before giving way to the emotion that might come with it. 

Her tail had stilled then, and she took some steps to follow his own. Mmm, she echoed, pleased that he had observed the same thing she had in its quantity. Not necessarily, she rejoined; the snow continued to slowly fall around them, the space surrounding them still and quiet. It could be an old wound that opened up again; perhaps it has a limp for it. You can sometimes see as much in the tracks left behind, came her teachings. Hydra looked to the earth, though the herds movements intersected with their injured party in this space. Here they could not see as much, so in this spot she could not show him. Hydra finished with: typically, newer wounds in prey are easy to determine for the trail left if there is blood. This is not consistent, nor a great amount by any means, she expressed, looking to him to see if he understood.