Moonspear high road

Their way was certainly different than the way of the wolf, that was for certain. She would show him when she could; her eyes moved back toward the horizon, beyond even the Glen now to the forests well past it. Licking her chops, as she listened to Osiris one ear cupped toward him before she turned to look to him once again. 

I do not doubt it, she rumbled, encouraging: it will be your duty to. And her son, work-motivated as he was, would fulfill it when he was of age and able to. She would give him jobs such as the one she did to say to see to it that it was done. He had grown so much, and Hydra believed in him; he was an Ostrega after all, and there was nothing they could not do once their mind was set to it.

Hydra nosed his shoulder and stood then, drawling continue to keep watch for a while longer. Howl if there is anything strange that needs addressing. With that task distributed, Hydra turned to go her own way—to patrol, as she often could be found doing.