Bramblepoint steam machine / too long

Cool, Hydra retorted. Her opinion of him went up due to her personal bias toward the handicapped cub. And on that note, Hydra sprang into action, seeking whatever she had smelled and glancing to the nameless wolf whenever she sought additional assistance. What avian critter this belonged to exactly she hadn't the slightest idea... it seemed that now and then, the bird took off and was able to fly a bit before it landed again. Still though, there was no visual sign of it other than spattered blood-drops.