Bramblepoint I'll man the flashlight.

Rather than the tough meat of a shoulder blade, Towhee was met with a mess of sharp teeth instead. Her own mouth rapidly opened in retaliation and her fangs clicked against Hydra's as they momentarily clashed. She felt a painful scrape against her gums which hurt enough to prompt Towhee to retreat, tongue slithering forward to swipe across the inside of her mouth even as she backpedaled, her rump bumping into the rough bark of a tree. She tasted blood, which made her ears fold uncertainly. At least she couldn't see it.

Although she wasn't exactly cornered—there was wide open space on either side of her—Towhee nonetheless felt a little boxed in by their current positions. Although her blows hadn't landed the first two times, she nevertheless made a third attempt to lunge for Hydra's shoulder. There was a bit of desperation in her movements this time as she surged forward, flagging a little due to both the exertion and the frustration of a lackluster performance.