Moonspear they put angels in the electric chair

As he paused, so too did she. Hydra was watchful, eyes aglow in the shade the coniferous skirts lent her; she was still, ears leaning further forward to hear. More subdued than he could hear, but Hydra made note of the noise beneath the earth that he investigated. Much of learning to hunt was trial and error beyond observation and lessons taught. She was impressed by his patience... even some weeks prior, Hydra could not imagine him this way. 

She remained where she stood, wondering what he would do next. Hydra would not help this go around unless he asked—but he did not yet seem aware that she was there, yet. Not wanting to intervene, she did her utmost to keep her presence there unknown.