Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

The other running into her caused her to let out a low ooph, before she untangled herself and snapped at a flailing limb of the coyote. She had missed the first one, though would not miss again—as the coyote dashed off, she did not spare Towhee a second glance. She moved headlong into her strides, and one ear cupped backward to hear the sound of Towhee following. There was another voice, too—but Hydra was not Towhee, and in hot pursuit of the critter she did not register that the girl trailing after her was who the other spoke to. Hydra had gained on the coyote and now reached forward to attempt to grab at a hind leg, teeth seeking to yank so it would lose its footing entirely.