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Hydra consistently sought exercises to increase her ability in combat. Frequent victims of this were trespassing 'yotes and foxes on Moonspear, though they had never ended fatally for her opponent—yet (other than the time with her mother and father). Initially it had been due to inexperience, then due to the restraints her age brought her, though more recently it had been because the critters left the territory of Moonspear (conveniently lurking near enough to the borders where their getaway could be mostly clean). Hydra did not kill for sport, and since none of the creatures she had chased had ever fought back there'd been no reason to kill them. 

When on neutral territory, Hydra actually had not yet ran into one of these animals. Their scent trails, sure, but their paths had never intersected. Today, though, she saw a flash of orange and bristled. In an instant, Hydra was barelling after it. It was plenty far enough from Moonspear to not be a threat to the mountain, but Hydra was simply after a bit of fun and a lesson with those more fleet of foot than even she—all at the others expense.