Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

The warmth of its blood spilled into her mouth, and as its jerking ceased Hydra knew she had succeeded. She withdrew for a moment, licking her chops before she went to snack upon it—but the same voice she had half-heard before sounded off, yelling again for Towhee. Hydra stood tall, wondering if this was the girls mother; Hydra was not good at guessing ages, and the way the other regarded the she-wolf caused Hydra to further believe this. There was a mute exchange between them that Hydra did not care to articulate, and when Towhee spoke Hydra merely nodded. For one so young, Towhee had done well enough. A little reckless, but that had been Hydra's own style once and it suited her just fine then. She looked to Raven and said, more for the worried wolves benefit, she did well,—though had Hydra not been around, who knew how it would have turned out? 

Hydra glanced toward the coyote and then toward Towhee. It occurred to her that maybe the girl wanted some, and so instead of taking it entirely Hydra moved to tear a portion of it to eat. Food was food, and Hydra wasn't one to waste it.