Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

It had only been a few hours since the returned from her travel, unsucessful in catching much. This had only concluded that the rest of the Teekon was as un-eventful as Drageda, or at least, nothing had sparked her interest enough for her to care. It did not mean she missed Trigeda. There were many reasons to leave, and more not to return. Rebekka did not do anything she regretted. But she needed work. It was in her genes, hollowed into her personality and soul. She needed to do something, and if she could not hunt she would find trouble for herself. However, that thought could not come quickly enough before a call rose up among the woods, outside Drageda territory. The Commander called for her. It was enough to have her sprinting to the scene, charged with the thirst to offer her use.

When she arrived, she was met with the familiar sighting of the flamed covered girl, Wildfire. But there was another she did not know. She did not like strangers, especially ones that were imposing on a kill claimed by the Heda herself. A feral snarl rose from her, though it was not of warning. She was done with warnings. Her ear still bloodied and torn, she launches herself at the stranger's form standing triumpantly above the meal. It only takes her a second to change targets after Heda forces her own hand upon the male. Instead, Rebekka ducks down, aiming to grab a part of the calf in her own jaws from underneath the male. The stranger cannot hold off two opposing attacks. Life, or the meal.