Moonspear we, the savage

The two were swiftly synchronized as they sussed out the herd before them and he drew alongside her. Her sharp eyes shifted to the handsome wolf for a moment to seek any irregularities and when she could not see any, she sought them where she would prefer to find them. It was her nose that drew her gaze toward the same specimen his eyes had found, and Hydras tail lashed behind her as she rumbled softly, let us get them moving. 

She would let Pippin take the lead there, wanting to see some of his prowess as she wondered at his place in future hunts. Chaser, killer, or inciter of it all? Hydra felt sure that like all wolves, he would have the ability for each... but perhaps he himself had a preference for one part in particular. Their nerves could be smelled, now; another cloven hoof clapped against the earth, and Hydra licked her chops.