Moonspear meet at the crossroad of the divine

Hydra nodded to him; howling to her sisters to mind the children, the matriarch turned on her heel to lead the way. He was right, they ought not to waste any time lest the scent become less prevalent than it had been and he come to miss it entirely. Accompanied by Dirge, Hydra wondered what else they might come to find that day—these days, anything seemed possible.