Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

Hydra halfheartedly followed Tye to the Glen, more for the hunt for food than the pursuit of him. The Queen drifted loosely around him, sniffing and searching for something of substance. Hydra caught sight of the familiar sight of the male who had once come too close to Moonspear; she bristled, fiercely irate that he had seen fit to hunt from grounds Moonspear had always prowled and hunted upon. 

As she saw it, he had stolen a kill from her. It was not the first time he had come too close to Moonspear; for all she knew, he may have hunted it upon her mountain. Even if he had not, Hydra would ever defend the Glen as she always had. 

Ears thrusting forward, Hydra commanded of Tye: get the rabbit, and return it home. 

She herself rushed Markus mutely, lunging to snap at a heel and to even grip it, if she could. Tye's ability to participate in this event might very well change his status among she and her pack—now seemed as good a time as any to test his mettle and his ability to obey her command in times of true strife. She hoped that Markus would release the rabbit so that Tye could do as she bid; she would fight for it. One rabbit, two rabbit, any rabbit, any thing found here—it was Moonspears.