Moonspear somewhere only we know

Rabbit still in tow, Hydra bowled into her father and hit the perfect strike. Alas, the victory did not come without the loss of some dignity—and more pain, too. Hydra herself had let out a few offended yelps, but they were muted against the fur of the creature she refused to let go of, now. His weight bore on the lighter Hydra, who wheezed beneath him up until he removed himself from her. 

Shaking off the snow, Hydra lifted her head proudly with her quarry. I wrn, she said with a triumphant ear flick, and then, dropping the carcass and looking up at him with a fiendish gleam in her eye, Hydra—the little terror that she was—play-bowed and pounced with little else to warn him but for that look. Oh, she was having great fun.