Moonspear where you once were there is a space, that runs as deep as hell

He followed her, and did well in doing so; she was proud of his progress, and as she slipped just beyond and behind a stony stretch Hydra continued on her way. She did slow again however so that he might catch up; it would be good for them to work together to find what she had been initially pursuing himself and thus teach him even more. Still, she liked to keep his mind engaged. To be a child of Hydra's must be exhausting; she made nothing easy for them, though at the very least she met them where they were. Hydra had come to learn thanks to them where that was. 

Atlas had grown into a strong and promising boy who would soon enough become adolescent; time had flown, she felt, and soon enough they would have brothers and sisters of their own. It was a strange thought, but one she was happy to think of. Each of her children had brought her nothing but joy thus far. They had plenty of time left to disappoint her given her high expectations, but that they had not was something Hydra was glad for. She oft took time to be with them, teach them, guide them... and now, they had earned some time to be independent as well. 

Hydra thought on this as she paused near shrubbery that had furs clutched within finger-like brambles, nosing at it to investigate further. No bloodscent detected, but signs that life had been here were clear enough as she looked ahead and observed vegetation having been plowed through.