Moonspear fight night

The Beta was had become a more-than-adept warrior, as she had learned much of what she knew from her mother and father and others that were willing to teach her. But Hydra also taught herself. She moved through the territory with no other sense but her nose and ears, guided by scent and sound but not sight. Her eyes, both of them, were closed. 

Sometimes, Hydra navigated the mountains this way. More often than not lately she navigated this way. She had taken the eye of one of her enemies and did not forget this. He was a coward, pathetic and small with a belly she visualized as stained, piss-yellow... and cowards were capable of anything. They were the worst sort of all. 

Her muzzle wrinkled as she thought of him, but smoothed as she relaxed herself. If he found ways to compensate without his vision, Hydra would learn his methods, first. Perfect it. Break it down. Her paw swept at a nearby rock and she heard it ricochet off the base of a nearby tree. She continued her walk, ears pricked and twitching, listening for the approach of any of her pack mates. 

hoping for a roll-of-the-die spar! best 2 out of 3 for this one, hy is gonna try to fite with her eyes closed >_>