Moonspear and I run from wolves

The sight of a red critter beyond the border was enough to incite Hydra to action. 

Her long-legged strides carried her swiftly in its direction as she barreled downward, swift in her approach. She snarled loudly, her expression quite unforgiving as the distance between them closed to nearly nothing. The sound that came from her was a promise she would deliver, and if it could be defined it would simply mean death.