Moonspear Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

Hydra was swift to meet her brother, hearing the challenge in the tone. When she came across him, he hardly looked a victor—he looked beaten to a pulp, his eye swollen, his furs torn. If this was the state of him, where was Arcturus? Where was Ying? Hydra had heard his challenge, and felt a deep rage within her rise within her. 

For all of that, she looked terribly calm. 

Hydra did not think Revui had killed him, not by his own fang, but leaving him to the mercy of the Wilds was much the same thing. She stared at him, enunciating each word with care: You return to Moonspear with a challenge, without Arcturus by your side. Did you leave him behind? Hydra drawled, voice dark and features severe, her breathing even.