Moonspear sons and daughters, stepping to the raging waters

Pleased and accepting both of his answer, Hydra said no more on the matter. She trusted that he understood, as he had said, and approved of his response. And so their next lesson went on, one finished and one remaining. 

There is much to a hunt, Hydra expresses then, though the wound is old, it could still be a hinderance. That is when our eyes can be of help; we can observe for a hitch in its step, she explained. As far as the number, Hydra thought aloud: more can be helpful, though it is dependent on the experience of all present. If you are green to hunting, that new addition could disrupt the hunt—even though they are an added number. But that is how you learn; failure, in these instances, is not a bad thing so long as you do learn from the mistakes made. Moonspear's current hunters were well-versed in it. Hydra had led plenty of hunts since the death of her parents and by now, they were a well-oiled machine. But getting used to the absence of Amekaze and Charon meant relearning and redistributing roles; for that, to start with, it was not as though they succeeded in each hunt until they had managed this. 

Dragomir was old enough to hunt with the pack now; if they managed to find prey, he would hunt with them and learn this way too. So, the more experienced hunters involved, the better the odds, she finished, her tail swaying behind her. Soon enough Osiris, Antares, Atlas, and Vega would be joining them in the hunt; for now, they would still watch and learn until they could. Hard to believe that day would come, but it was one she looked forward to.