Moonspear attack of the dashing young and bold

An ear twitched as she heard the crack that meant splintered wood. Once her son moved, Hydra sprang after him, maintaining a distance so that she could observe rather than participate. The matriarch knew he wanted control of this encounter, and so she gave it to him without assistance. Watching his pursuit was satisfying in itself, and being with him brought her immeasurable joy. 

She, too, was in it for the long haul. Where he went, she followed, eyes watching the movements of the fleeing rabbit and wondering at whether or not he would be felled by her young son this day.