Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

It fell, a mess of flailing limbs, and again the young wolf was upon the creature. Hydra watched as the coyote fought back, fought for its life—its focus now was primarily upon Towhee. Hydra used that advantage once more. She drove for the creatures throat as it went to retaliate against Towhee, whose fangs tore at the tawny creatures face when it opened its mouth to protect the area the girl had sought. Hydra sought to grip its throat from the side and now let out a fearsome snarl as she pressed the full strength of her jaws together, looking to end it and kill the critter before the coyote could bring any harm at all to the dark Caldera youth (or herself).