Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

This cache was found easily enough, but it was unearthed and ruined. The tracks of who had done it were left behind and seemed... odd, to Hydra. Upon closer investigation Hydra could tell that the thing that had done this was not, in fact, some foreign creature. Not only that but this scent belonged to the very same injured thing she had smelled but moments ago. Hungry, and irate that she had missed an opportunity to scavenge herself, Hydra trailed the injured critter. It was not yet in her sights, but she knew the animal was near and bristled.