Bramblepoint I learned that from the pizza man.

As luck would have it, Hydra was in the area. Her father had asked her to pick up a morsel for the mother-to-be, and Hydra wanted to find her something particularly juicy. Nothing she scented satisfied her, though, and Hydra huffed in mild frustration. Rabbits seemed too common a thing, rats too measly, voles and moles... no, it would not do. Hydra stalked onward, ears flicking as she heard noise in the near-distance. Hydra followed the way the sound had come from, but there was another scent on the wind that appealed to her. Instead of heading toward the sound, Hydra moved toward a closer tree. Blood and fur tufts, she noted. 

A strange, throaty sound was heard. Hydra turned her head and noted a very injured feline emerge. Still, it clearly had fight left in it. Its head bled—likely a hoof had struck him. Hydra stepped toward the side to keep a measured distance to continue to look at the thing. Its shoulder was injured, too. Hydra let out a low warning snarl, but this was no deterrent to the manic feline who swiped at her. It had forgotten to mind its own injury and the swipe was messy and loose. Hydra snapped her teeth at it, wondering what the best course of action was. There was part of her that felt confident she could take this down, even alone... but another part of her that remembered the lessons she had been taught about the ferocity of these creatures.