Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

She was pleased for Tye and his relentlessness in the situation, not missing this even as she went for Markus. Hydra succeeded in her endeavor, releasing only when she felt the result; and then she watched as the male lost his footing even while trying to keep the morsel for himself. Tye would not allow it, it seemed, lunging for it before Markus hit the ground, before he even turned to her—while he turned to her...

Hydra withdrew for but a beat to adjust her own position (only just so), but his teeth scored against the bridge of her muzzle. If blood was drawn from that she did not know it yet, but it would surely bruise and it smarted; with renewed vigor, but no frustration to cloud her judgment (it was not as though she did not think he would not land a strike on her at all), Hydra sought to engage him while he was on the earth, circling left, circling right, relentless as she harried him with snapping teeth that did not seek to maim or rend flesh from him but that would, ideally, keep his focus on her, on her teeth—keeping herself in places where he could defend with his own still on the earth so that Tye could get the job done.

Hydra knew victory when she saw it, tasted it then as she postured before him and continued her aggressive maneuvering, mindful to keep her own limbs well enough away from his teeth. And in her peripheral she caught the sight of Arcturus striding their way—still, Hydra remained ceaseless in her accosting of the mans person, no pattern or rhythm to be discerned. 

She sought to teach a lesson to Markus; the Glen was their hunting grounds. All knew it, and only Neverwinter did not yet respect it at this point (that she had seen in all this time); she would not have it.