Moonspear hallelujah, lock and load

Why not, she wondered? Fear, perhaps. Vengeance was no small man. He could not have been easy to take down. Luck, or skill? Hydra could teach Valour, and then hope that he had enough of both to overcome his opponent if it came to that. Hearing his excitement, Hydra rumbled. In her present state, she could; later on, she would not be able to unless she wished to risk the life within. 

Hydra's disposition changed swiftly as she shifted; the transformation was immediate as her chin dropped and ears pressed against her skull while her weight was evenly distributed where she stood. Her tail neatly pressed against the vulnerable area to her rear, and her muzzle draped over her throat while her eyes narrowed and she drawled, finally, with her defenses set: make your move. 

Now, then.