Firestone Hot Springs blood in the water,

Hydra nodded. By now, the matriarch was well used to the weight of her crown—though she had always worn it well. And Ira too had guessed quickly as to who she had spoken of, but then Hydra had known she would. Ira had never seemed slow to the matriarch. That she had idled with Korei Julia for a time... well, the two of them both were a victim of circumstance, to be saddled which such company in their lifetime. And look at them now. 

Far better off without her. 

Not yet, she breathed, but why leave it to chance? As of then, she had not the slightest idea that Valour ran with them—all that she knew was that they were a problem. And problems required solutions. She had a rather simple one: kill them. If there were any redeemable ones among them, let them bring her the head or the body of her purple-eyed enemy. If they had not the gumption to kill her, Hydra would gladly do it. That was not so much to ask for, was it? Simple, really.

Settling on her haunches to at last test the waters with a paw, she found the temperature more than tolerable. Delight crossed her features, pleasantly surprised... before she looked to Ira again. What do you know of war? She asked, curious.