Bramblepoint You can tremble, you can fear it

Good, Hydra succinctly thought. His inquiry surprised her—not that he asked it, but that he wanted to know. Try to kill you, Hydra said with a shrug. She wasn't inexperienced with that. Not only did he attack my friend with intent to kill, but I think he also took part in kidnapping someone. My sisters and I got him to flee the first time—he has to know that if he comes back, the odds of him leaving again are next to none, that was if he ran into them, of course. But Hydra did search for him. If he did return it could only be for one reason—to continue with his, or his packs, plan to destroy. One did not need to be bright to concoct that, given all they had already done.

Hydra wondered what he would think of all that. Would he be put off? Well, Hydra was not looking for the fainthearted. She was looking for those with strong stomachs. Rannoch, for all his looks, had proven to be quite soft (though recently he had shown he may have some potential)—and fancied soft, himself. She was no damsel in distress—she was a princess who was just as capable as wielding a sword as any sworn knight was.