Moonspear change in the house of flies

Raccoons unlucky day

 

Hydra moved throughout her territory, marking, patrolling, protecting; it was large enough, though, that now and then scavengers could get away with sinking their own paws into their reserves. Hydra was on the hunt for one repeat offender, and her nose detected that familiar scent until she heard its shriek. It was distracted, and there was no time like the present; Hydra rushed forward, fleet-footed enough to arrive in relative silence. 

It was over for the raccoon the moment she began; she plucked it from the earth and with a sharp and hearty shake its neck was snapped and it made no further sounds. Hydra saw the wolf a ways away, and hoped to level him with a stare, tail thrusting over her hindquarters as she took some steps forward to kick dirt back over the cache, ears tipped forward. He had seen firsthand what happened to thieves; was he one, himself?