Moonspear wall of ice

Hydra listened to Moriko, head turning to her as she spoke. Her tail swayed to hear all that Moriko did, and Hydra drawled: all good observations. You have the makings of a tracker; is that something you have ever considered pursuing? She inquired, thinking aloud. In it they had a common interest if that was so; Hydra quite enjoyed the thought of it. Hydra could spend time with both Katya and Moriko knowing this, and the thought pleased her immensely. 

The compliment helped; Hydra was a vain woman, ever pleased to hear positive things of herself. Though she agreed with Moriko, it was to a point. It is quite keen, she said agreeably, but scent-trails can end when water is forded through; then it is wise to use your eyes for a sense of where it has gone, as you seem to know to do, she expressed, grinning then. Hydra, too, felt all the more confident in her subordinate for the knowledge unintentionally gained. 

She listened for any input from Katya given she had just joined them; Hydra continued to use her nose, the scent-trail blessedly growing stronger—each mile they gained the scent would strengthen. In Winter, wading through waters was difficult to do as even the rivers froze during this time of the year.