Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

Hydra released when he tugged, not wanting to damage her own teeth in the process, and as he pushes her against the earth she lets out a growl of defeat and disappointment—the eye not squished against the dirt eyed the rabbit she'd been fighting for, and she huffed. The whine is a low, groaning sound, and when he retreats Hydra stands and shakes the dirt off of her. Any advice for me, for the future? Any imparting knowledge he could give her would be appreciated; far more valuable than the rabbit, too. Her tail waved jovially. Despite her loss, Hydra felt that even beyond what he may not tell her she had learned a lot.