Moonspear high road

Hydra had missed the sight of it, but as she came upon him she noted the imprint of his stumbling. Her tail swept in a wave behind her—it was not as though they were immune to tripping, now and then—and she drawled, such imprints can be left behind by our prey, too. With them it can sometimes lead to injury; their ability to recover from such things is different than our own, she informed with a flick of an ear. Had Hydra known he had not been paying attention she might have reacted differently, but as it was, she did not know. 

Bounding ahead of her son—who had grown to be larger than her, now—the matriarch gestured to her side. Come with me. I would like to show you something, she drawled, leaving no room for his refusal. Osiris never had in his lifetime; Hydra adored him for this. He was tenacious, hungry to learn and understand as she had been in her youth. He often accompanied her at the borders as of late to learn etiquette and the like... but today Hydra had something different in mind as she continued to ascend up until they arrived to a rocky plateau. The earth here leveled out, and Hydra looked to her son to check on his own status. He could handle these climbs now as once he never could; strange to think of that. To think of how very small he had once been.