Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

Arcturus was alive. 

But there was little joy to be felt for that when his message translated. 

The matriarch marched her way down at a slow clip, and saw Wraen at his shoulder; instinct demanded the trespasser be dealt with, with teeth. Approaching the scene, she acknowledged Dragomir with an appreciative chuff. He had known what to do, and acted properly; Arcturus present rank was likely the only thing that kept him from following through. A trespasser was a trespasser, and a cold, hard look was given to Wraen: leave. now. It shifted back to her brother. She kept a distance from him so that should he advance, she could react accordingly. Her eyes reflected the hours light as she honed in on her brother, and the matriarch snarled: will I be the second sibling you seek to kill, brother? Her hackles lifted, and she felt rankled as her defenses set. You abandoned us. All of us. We looked for you. While Revui healed here, I thought you might have died elsewhere. What else might keep you? 

Hydra could not imagine he thought that she would ever kill Revui, or manipulate him to believe that. Her question, now, was asked in earnest. And what cause is your challenge of me? What have I done to deserve such? Hydra had never once led their pack astray; through her guidance, they had made it through the famine. Forged new allies. And through her guidance, they would be rid of ones that set to tear apart their family... much like Arcturus himself sought to do. 

Her eyes did not leave Arcturus as she rumbled to Kukutux with a flicked ear: escort Wraen from this territory. Jarilo, aid Kukutux so that your brother touches none of our subordinates in favor of his preferred allegiance. Dragomir she did not expect, or wish, to leave. He knew, as surely as she did, the ashy taste of disappointment. She was not exempt to it... especially in the matter of Arcturus. 

He always disappointed her most of all. She should have known that some things were simply inevitable.