Moonspear black holes in my favorite sweaters

Fox were clever creatures. Not quite so clever as their cousin, the coyote, but clever—and quick. If given a clear path, they could be as nimble as a rabbit; but Hydra served as an obstruction as it came to her, thrust her way by Isilme who had thwarted it as well. It's face was near her, and Hydra moved toward its throat without any intent of delivering her blow there; it reacted, turning toward Isilme, who aimed for its flank. 

Hydra's true goal was the leg that came in her direction as it turned; its heatscent came to her as its own tail whipped in her direction. Both that and the left rear-leg found its way in Hydra's mouth as she bore down, breaking the limb and, once released, shoving it toward Isilme for her to take it under her control—to deliver the killing blow, if she could.