Moonspear high road

Hydra listened to her son, who was succinct in accepting. Good, she rejoined simply; she hoped he would not. She would sit with him this day to guide him through it and teach him the ropes to start with. Reclining onto her haunches, Hydra settled into her seated position with her gaze on to lower horizon, where Spear met Glen. 

Do you see anything? She started with; from here, not much would be visible except for movement. Herd movement was obvious; stray, lone prey was difficult to differentiate from wolf from these heights. As it stood, Hydra herself saw nothing as her gaze flit across the landscape below.