Sun Mote Copse seems every castle is made of sand

Arcturus was more agitated than the last time Wraen had to take out a wildfire. And she soon found out the shocking reason why. Had it been her from two years ago, when her dislike for Hydra had been fresh and she would have attributed all kinds of crimes to he former friend, the Sovereign would have eaten every word the young Ostrega told her. She shot a quick inquiring "what the hell?" glance at Towhee and Pippin - unless that brother of his had killed anyone within the ranks (and - let's be honest - even in Titmouse's case the Cerberus had been lenient on their own terms), she saw no reason for murder. 

One thing was clear - this mess will take a long time to clear. But first things first. "Thank you, Towhee, Pippin," she told both. "You are free to go, please, inform others that we have a visitor from Moonspear who will stay with us for a while," with little Meerkat around and Niamh being due in a couple of weeks, and with the recent loss of Finley and Elwood she could imagine that no one would be happy to have a stranger in the ranks. "So - Arthur - as a temporary subject of my ranks I command you to come along," she beckoned him to follow her, away from, where the most pack gathered these days.

"And forgive me poking you in an open wound already, but are you sure that your brother is dead? I may know Hydra less intimately than you, but from what I have seen myself - family is above all. Why should she lash out at... what is the name?"