Moonspear my throat feels raw from all this screaming

Hydra and Osiris were not alone for long, as several other wolves gathered. He regarded each packmate warmly, his tail swaying between his hocks, and his expression bright; his enthusiasm was unmistakable. When Hydra addressed the group, Osiris turned his undivided attention to her and listened intently. 

Though he understood everything that she had said, there was a question that lingered at the forefront of his mind. "Why isn't it good to approach them from behind?" Osiris asked once the floor had opened. His gaze swept those who surrounded him, his expression curious. "Wouldn't it be easier to catch them off guard that way?"