Cerulean Cape why do I come back for more?

Hydra removed her foreleg from her face when she heard the loud and obnoxious screeching of something. Her tail lashed behind her when she turned to seek out just what the source was and when she saw it, she could not help but squint at it. This thing was unlike anything Hydra had ever seen. It's hue was distinct enough, too, to also leave a lasting impression. Her eyes flit to a wolf who was very clearly passing through before returning to the weasel.

She elected to say nothing, though marched instead in the direction she had thrown the critter, a light skip in her step. The way she had thrown it, it had landed on its back, and she picked it up by its leg and chucked it at the volatile loud mouth, hoping that it would snap its crabby claws at the other and get a nice little pinch in for her own retribution once it landed. Of course there was no telling how it would land. Hydra simply wanted the other to get a taste of the acrid medicine she had ingested.