Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Hydra watched the other rise as Towhee clarified. She wasn't sad to hear of the others departure; the stranger, having no fighting experience herself, was useless in their equation. Though the other utilized a good amount of sarcasm, Hydra responded quite seriously: thanks, so that if the other had thought she was at all welcome in the first place, she would recognize she wasn't. Some picked up on social cues, others didn't—Ivy at least picked up on it. Hydra was irate with the others treatment of Towhee, and when the other spoke politely to her, Hydra harrumphed and shortly said: speak for yourself. Scram, scrawny, and as the other went on to be rude to Towhee, Hydra let out a snarl and lazily attempted to snap at the others nearest appendage to her. She wasn't really trying to land a hit, that much was very clear—had Hydra really wanted to, there was no question of her hitting something, and hitting it hard.

Your bark is as pathetic as I bet your bite is, Hydra snarked, unsure if the other had turned to go before or after hearing her words. Hydra watched her go, tail lashing behind her. Not that Hydra needed justification to do whatever it was she wanted, but now that she felt she did she regretted not just going for it then. Ah, well. When the other faded to nothingness, Hydra looked to Towhee. She's a twat, Hydra echoed, who definitely isn't all there in the head either. How sad, Hydra pouted, though her tail waved at the words, as content to talk shit about the other when she wasn't there as when she had been.

Her eyes looked back to the hawk. You think that guy would help you fight? When he's better, I mean, that would be helpful, wouldn't it?