Firefly Glen seem to paint a red line

As only a leader might be able to discern, Hydra noted the shift in posture... Isilme, however, had not. Youth and pride often aligned, she knew—but a fight would make their point perfectly clear. Actions had consequences, and Ying would learn this day give the wolves of Moonspear a wide berth and to leave the Glen alone. 

Hydra's behavior was not for show; though she knew Isilme could handle this alone, that was not the Moonspear way. The other had threatened her, and Hydra equally could not abide this; any who threatened her subordinates in turn threatened her, albeit indirectly. Hydra was quick to set her defenses; her head draped over her throat, her ears flattened across her crown, and her tail pressed against the more vulnerable areas upon her person. Hydra squared herself, watching as Ying made her own move—

The matriarch arrived in time to move with Ying's evasion; Hydra went with Ying with her own body weight, fangs seeking to latch onto shoulder to catch and force her on with Ying's momentum; with her own added to the equation, Hydra hoped to unbalance the she-wolf through causing her to fall upon her side. Ideally her action would cause the accuracy of whatever attack she sought to land upon Isilme to fail, or else not land true. 

rolled 23!!!