Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

We could roll dice! Tye is going to lunge for what Markus is holding so I will roll a D10 for level of success:
3

The presence of the queen would have unnerved him at any other point; the boy was too fixated, too hungry, too desperate to be afraid of her though. Her commentary was not necessary—Tye knew what to do and was fully committed even before Hydra made herself known to him, although having backup was a blessing, more-so for the woman's prowess and overall power. There was little to no hope for Tye to succeed without help.
He lurked just out of the stranger's range but was creeping closer at every opportunity. The slightest shift in the man's focus brought him closer by a breath, a step, a shadow—and soon the omega was close enough to touch the man if he desired it, but the wrinkle of their snout made him pause. His ears slicked against his head as he contemplated, in quick succession mind you, the best angle of attack, or the best moment—and that was when Hydra made the first move.
The queen lunged, the man countered. In the scuffle the rabbit was abandoned and Tye was in position to intercept it, and moved to do so; but that was when the man remembered his prize and whirled back to try and grapple for it. Tye felt something collide with his curved back, teeth catching against his taut flesh and forcing him sideways as the stranger's gnashing teeth caught the curve of his visible ribs. Tye scrambled to stay on his paws but he could not reach the rabbit afterwards; he spun instead to face-off against the stranger, his yellowed fangs on full display.