Moonspear we can stay up here

Hydra wore some relatively fresh wounds, flesh decorated by bobcat scratch marks here and there. She had already been told that the wounds would not scar, and they had been cleansed to avoid infection. This did not stop the Ostrega girl from fulfilling her duties, though. And she had brought back her mother a gracious helping of bobcat to ingest if she so pleased. Truth be told, Hydra would have attempted to not go against it had it not consistently sought to attack her without provocation—she feared turning tail would be a fatal error. And with the help of Towhee, it did not even make sense to flee when it kept vying for their blood. It was likely made mad by its head injury... it paid the ultimate price. 

Her injuries did not hinder her, fortunately. They did not effect her line of movement and were largely near her ribs and hindquarters. They did itch, and Hydra paused in her own patrol to sit on her hindquarters and twist to nibble around the edges of a healing scab, before using her tongue to press against the scrape to satisfy the itch.