Moonspear blood & bone

She was proud of how swift he was; instinct inherited not simply from ancestors but from predecessors.  Hydra was out of sight, now, but not out of mind... nor earshot. This in mind, she kept her steps quiet with the ease all predators possessed. Knowing he would be listening, though, Hydra deftly swiped at some rocks to send them helter-skelter—away from her, or so she would like him to think. She traveled in the direction of the stones, knowing Atlas smart enough to anticipate her own action there. Hydra imagined he might think she would not be where the scree fell—but if he did make a bid for that area rather than where she drifted from, she would be one step closer to him in any event... and ready, too, hips swinging away from where he waited to meet him head on should he move from the place he sequestered himself.