Moonspear and I run from wolves

The familiar hue of black came into her view, and the flash of green in their gaze informed her which of her inky compatriots it would be. Not to mention his scars. Terance moved to intercept, and Hydra did not alter her own trajectory. Be it by his fangs, or her own, the creatures minutes had shifted to seconds, and those numbers slipped into single-digits as Hydra moved to bear down upon them, equal parts ruthless and swift. She had not earned her mastery for idling in matters such of these, but this did not seem much of a fight. Still, no trespassers intentions were ever good of the canine variety, Hydra had found. The notch in her ear had been her first lesson to learn such a truth.