Moonspear the minor fall, the major lift

Hydra hmm'd as he spoke. Betrayal and deceit both was in their blood. Hydra was too aware of their fathers role in this, but had wanted to ensure she was not being unjust in her decree. Jarilo was the most levelheaded of them all, and she considered his advisement with a neutral expression. The truth of it was, Hydra herself wanted nothing to do with them either; it was no mystery to any upon this mountain, and she had never made it so. 

A wolfish grin beset her features then. They will not. Brother, you must know that I think their abilities gained prior to coming here to be likely insufficient, she drawled, looking away from him. What she trusted was their ability to be poor at such a task, and that they may find an early grave. It was not her intention, but if they themselves wished it... why prevent it? Still, her mind was precisely where her brothers was. 

Hydra rumbled. There is nothing for them here. They are bastards. They should be dead, she huffed, ear twitching. In a perfect world, it would be their lives instead of the lives of their parents. Perhaps they should rob them of that, as Speedy had done to she and her siblings.