Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

When (and if) reflecting on this later, Wraen would realize that she had jumped too fast and too soon without realizing that there was a huge, black void beneath her. Following Arcturus inside Moonspear's claim had been easy, she had not given a second thought about hostility that would await her here now. Somehow, making peace with Charon and Hydra, making friends with Vela and Arcturus, an acquaintance with Jarilo and some other former subjects of the pack, had given her a false belief that this pack was less dangerous than it actually was. 

And perhaps she was not mistaken - when met alone and away from their claim, they were decent people. When banded together, they changed entirely. Lernean Hydra. Oddly fitting. Though - again when (and if) thinking about this fateful day later - Wraen would realize that Firebirds would not act any less defensive. She flinched, when the young wolf yelled and snarled at her, and unknowingly her body pressed lightly against Arthur's. She sensed the many pointed and unfriendly stares at her and it took all her will-power not to show that she was afraid.

This was not her fight and deep inside she knew that it would have been for the best never to have got involved in the first place. There was so much more than just her life at stake now. Not just Arcturus's well-being, but also her pack. On the bigger scale one young man's misguided attempt to seek justice was not worth the safety of the whole pack. And yet, how could you put one friend above another, if you cared about them just as much? It took great deal of courage to stand up to one's enemies, but just as much to stand up to one's friends.

Wraen paid no mind to the yearling, or Hydra, or anyone else, who had come to witness the scene. Her gaze was for Arcturus only. Intense, calm and pleading. Be wise, boy, be wise!