Moonspear i dont think you know me

The sun could make things unbearably hot, and it was why Hydra was most active at night. She was eager for falls return, and winter with it. Though the hunting might be harder then, the days and nights were far more tolerable. As it was, she primarily was active throughout the night. With children though, she had to adjust to their schedules to be sure there was always some eye on them. She knew now that there was, and stole away for a quick nap before a patrol herself. 

There was a mound up ahead, and Hydra approached slowly with her head low to the ground. Sniffing, she deduced it was her subordinate, but Hydra had no intent or design to rouse her. Instead, Hydra pawed at the earth and circled thrice before she lay for a moment. Too warm for this position, the matriarch shifted to stretch out on her side. One ear pressed flush against the earth and the other twitching to regard the sounds of their surroundings, Hydra yawned and closed her eyes for an afternoon siesta.