Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Hydra closed in on it and heard a snarl, not from the canine she saw the rear-end of. Observing that it was distracted, Hydra capitalized upon this by making a bid for its rear-end, her own strike silent and certainly filled with deadly intent. Hydra observed the other, a squat, disproportionate child (at this stage in their life)—her teammate in this, she supposed. Together they could certainly put down the three-legged animal, though Hydra had faith she could do it on her lonesome by now too (as she had, not too long ago, done so with a fox... though coyote's might be different, who knew?).