Moonspear the birds, the bees, the storms and the trees

The greeting was all the same, helping to soothe her nerves. Hydra, despite everything, had a way of putting the girl at ease. Minor words, an offering to track, and she felt a bit more confident in her being there. “What are we tracking?” she asked, curious. Prey? Something else? Yama was hardly a hunter and was yet to put any time into practising her tracking skills—but perhaps now was an opportunity to do exactly that.