Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

As she moved ahead slowly but surely, investigating each sign left behind, her eyes soon found the form of her son. In moments he was there with her, and Hydra beheld him before him with a mothers eye. How large he had become! Larger than her (not a difficult feat to accomplish, given her average stature). With a bright look in her eye, Hydra drawled: you are as large as your grandfather once was, knowing well that she kept him alive in ways such as this. Stories, and little details shared. 

She gestured to the path ahead, and the tracks she followed; not up yet, but no doubt that was the direction—at some point—the herd went. The breeze carried with it the scent of @Dirge and Hydra hummed, hungry? Perhaps we can coerce your father into a hunt, she suggested, ears leaning forward some. The scent of the herd was strong—they couldn't be too far. Maybe Dirge had already found them.