Moonspear there's a freedom that everyone deserves

Knowing her mate was with the children, Hydra had taken to the higher reaches of the Spear to search the terrain below from one of their better vantage points. Exerting herself this way felt good to rid herself of the tension she felt lurk from all that had transpired; she had a mind to seek out Dragomir or Isilme, and decided that she would do this later. 

She surveyed the world below, her eyes searching for any herd movement. It had not been like this, last year—so desolate. She was glad for stocking their caches earlier, but did not like to think of digging into them sooner rather than later. It had not yet come to that; luck had been on their side thus far. Perhaps there would be yet another stampede; Hydra hoped for more casualties than just one.