Moonspear I only see what matters

He came upon the scene soon enough. And it was her son, no cougar or other strange, elusive wildlife that stalked. Stray, starving bear defying the season, for example. Hydra was pleased to see it was her son. He had done well for the most part. Though now, the stalker became the stalked. She watched him move ahead and remained where she was; smartly, he retraced his steps again when he discovered her trail came to an end. Atlas she had taught this lesson once, and Antares would learn it a different way. 

Hydra came for him from above, lunging silently from the place she had blended well to with open arms to snare him in a wolfish hug and bowl him over, if he noticed late enough. Hydra would defend his likely defensive reaction with parrying teeth to catch his blows as they came, though otherwise Hydra did not attack more than her playful maneuver.