Moonspear we can stay up here

I know, Hydra rejoined, a little breathless still from the whirlwind fight. It had been very, very quick—painful, but quick. I wasn't alone, and it wasn't here. I was tracking... and there it was. Already injured, she admitted, he took a hit to the head and looked like he was struck a time or two on the shoulder, two... must have been a hunt gone wrong, as he offered to walk and patrol, Hydra nodded and began to move at a pace good for story-telling and looking out. Anyway, it just... attacked me. I would not have fought it if I could have avoided it, she'd been warned a fair amount of times about every creature of the feline variety that was her weight, or greater than. but the thing kept going. Anyway, a... friend of mine, Towhee had earned that, she decided—and young though she was, Towhee was a fighter, like her (which she admired... why were the current cubs here not as cool as this?), was in the wrong place at the right time, I guess, and helped me out. We were able to take it down. Her tail waved at the pleasant ending.

Hydra was glad for that, truly. It could have ended very badly, or definitely worse, without assistance.