Moonspear she may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile

The intruder realized they were being followed. Rather than quit the scene, they too saw Lyra and simply moved ahead; whose fangs would find him first? 

Hydra was gaining on the other fast; its petite stature served it for the time as it flew over the snow, but the matriarch was relentless. Before long her headlong strides granted her access to a hindleg; a too-rough nip to a heel was enough to cause its bumbling misstep and slow it. Hydra's own speed adjusted, but she surged past the animal a moment before she turned on her heel to clash into it head on, moving to shove it roughly toward Lyra with bowed head and sharp shoulderblade.