Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

The commotion was mighty. 

But Hydra was poised, and her eyes were blessedly on the prize. As though she had been told to fetch, Hydra launched toward the grouse when it lowered, and the noises it made as it realized belatedly it had not evaded death after all were godawful. She snapped the thing from midair and though the thing struggled, its death was swifter than the weasels. Hydra gave it a savage shake, and that was that. 

The world around her was a mess of feathers, blood, and snow, and Hydra glanced toward Dirge with a broad grin. He was a mess, though, but he had a sizable prize of his own. She dropped the grouse and made her way toward him, observing the burrs that had caught to him. Hm, you really need a bath now, she observed, nearing his shoulder. Is that you, or that? She caught the fishy smell, too, and snickered, but gestured toward his shoulder, at a burr likely out of his reach. Maybe it wasn't, but it'd be a painful thing to fall onto later. She offered her assistance with a quick look from burr to golden eyes, her tail waving. Feathers were still falling around them, and the grouse still within the shrubbery lingered uneasily but did not dare move.