Moonspear we are all in this together,

He was right, of course. Real or imagined, her sisters would ever rally to her side in games or otherwise; mutely, she pleaded the fifth, but the impish look in her eye revealed she knew as much. Oh, come now, she drawled from the shadows of the wood to aid him in his endeavor of seeking her, but turned thoughtful as she stopped and drew silent. Her ears pricked as she listened for his voice, and him coming nearer. 

And then she erupted from where she hid, brambles and branches splitting as wide as her crocodilian jaws did. Hydra did not want this to be a game, game, either; whether he catch her, or she catch him, she would see to an end she knew they both desired. He had asked for this, and she so enjoyed roughhousing with him in any case. Fuel to her ever-burning fire for him.