Moonspear high road

No, she corrected, licking her chops as she continued, they are quite strong. One proper kick to our heads can kill us. It is best to avoid where their strike zones are, she drawled, as best as you can. Sometimes it could not be helped; and sometimes, if a good grip was landed it ought to be maintained... but it was easy to tell when it was slipping. Some blows from them can be crippling. It is best to trust your instinct in a hunt, and never your pride, she advised. Hydra again licked her chops, shifting her weight to inspect the situation below further. It was easy to see from their aerial view the way the herd was tested by her subordinates in a casual fashion. 

Looking to him to answer his next question, Hydra drawled: they are migratory creatures. We shift where the rendezvous is from time to time to accomodate where they populate. Moonspear is rich with plantlife of all variety in the seasons to come, and they wander to where there is greenery. They are able to find it in Winter, too; this one has been... different, to say the least. They sleep as we do, though typically by day. They find a place to bed—and rest. I can show you what this looks like, once they are here, she hummed, it aids in tracking. Her tail waved at that. Scents were easy to pick up then. 

And as for his final question, Hydra nodded. Of course. You must; the fireflies will need to know who the newest protector of the Glen will be, she drawled with a little grin. He, his brothers, and his sister too.